No--this is not me. But it is exactly how I feel. Totally swallowed by BOOKS!!!!!

Dear Ether,

I sit here, brain hurting, surrounded by books and press releases and scared to death.  I have a feature due.  It’s a holiday gift guide for fashion and style books.  Not only did most of the PR’s send a lot of the books too late, but summarizing them in a witty, short, concise manner is really eating away at me. And books are my thing!  I have to do 14 titles and I have only written 4.  I am mentally taxed from this and really worried that I have writer’s block.  I can’t NOT do it.  That’s just not an option.  Yes, it WILL get written.  But the quality has to be 110% and I’m just out of sorts.  

So–that’s why I’ve been out of touch.  I’m so sorry.  I should have written earlier.  But I’ve been inundated with this.  Yesterday, the idea of looking at my blog was horrifying.  I couldn’t even think to write another summary let alone a blog post.  

I REALLY want to start commenting on zillions of other blogs and making new sphere connections.  I want to write lengthy replies to the generous comments that I love so much that you leave me.  But all of a sudden I have this nasty assignment that is, for the first time, not working with me.  So, for you bloggers who I regularly visit…..I’m not being an asshole.  I just am offline.  And for you lovely folks leaving comments…….again……….not being an asshole……..just offline.  By the weekend I won’t feel like Atlas anymore.  God Damn….what you gotta do to make a buck these days.  

Okay.  Back to writing up a $550 Chanel book (yep!) and a lovely set of Penguin Classics that have been revamped in the grooviest hardcovers (Dorian Gray never looked so dandy).

I rue the day I ever became an English major.  Fuck.  I rue the day I didn’t win the lottery.  

Thanks for hanging in guys.

xoxoxoxo

Dedicatedly yours,

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