Writing and Blogging

I’m slow getting into blogging this week. I’ve recovered from the workout from hell, but now my writing muscles are sore. I’ve been chugging away on a book proposal for three weeks now. Well, I’m 50 pages in, so maybe it’s not a proposal, but a rough draft. It’s amazing how fast you can write when you’ve been picking away at a topic for a couple of years on a blog. I wrote three pages this morning, so my writing itch has been sated.

Wonkette’s new book is out to mixed reviews. Before Sunday’s Buckley review, I read mixed reviews in “Time Out New York” and in the daily Times. I’m too jealous to talk about it further.

JT Leroy doesn’t exist. Turns out that there was no transvestite servicing truckers in Southern truck stops and now nobody wants to read the books of a regular, boring person. Is the author’s image is more important than the prose? What do you think, Ana Marie?

I’ve been loving the juicy Abramoff scandal. The photos of him marching out of court in that black trench coat is worthy of fiction. I don’t have much to add other than a “heh heh” and some links. Dan Drezner speculates on why a young policy wonk could get lured to the darkside. Elizabeth writes that, “As a federal employee, one of the most frustrating thing about this corruption is that the federal government is deliberately inefficient in order to avoid patronage.”

All this scandal, works out oh-so nicely for Washington scandal girl who gets in an op-ed just at the right time to plug her novel. Alright, I’m completely green. Some day I’ll write about our dinner together, but not today.