RIP Babblebook (2001-2010). I figured it was about time to get more serious & professional about my web presence, so here you are, world! Welcome to the new and not-yet-entirely-fabulous esterbloom.com.
The essays now live here, including the four currently up and a space reserved for the fifth, slated to be published 12/15. So are the features and the poems.
Thanks to Meredith for the inspiration and some very valuable tips. Both are always welcome.
Here I go! Wish me luck, folks.
While I’m off doing something that makes me quake in the boots I’ve already vomited on once, if you feel like helping me up my day’s earnings — they’re at $1.20 so far, but the sky’s the limit! — feel free to check out my posts as the NY Unemployment Examiner.
ETA: Oh, wow. That went really really well. My novel about a Very Important Talent Agency has now been picked up by a real Very Important Talent Agency. If I could eat ice cream I would go through a whole pint, and if I could drink I’d got sloppy, gushingly drunk. But all I can do is send text messages and glow.
How sweet is this nifty Blogger customization thing? I don’t know it took me so long to catch on to it.
I feel very With It, technologically, today: aside from changing this page all around, I started a Facebook group that already has almost 100 members, the vast majority of whom are complete strangers. Yes! I am an accidental activist. You’re a feminist, right? Aren’t you tired of being bombarded with weight loss ads all the time while you’re TRYING TO CONCENTRATE on your word-finding games? Join us!
Tomorrow I have to bring my poor stuttering iBook into the Genius Bar and they will tell me whether its soul can be saved. Hopefully the fuzzy feeling I get from watching Wizard of Oz for free on Pier 46 tonight with friends will last long enough to carry me through that ordeal.