If You Can’t Beat the Rabbit, Join the Rabbit
January 9, 2012 § 15 Comments
Funny enough, my sister the Rabbit has had a baby for every novel I’ve published, wrenching attention away from its rightful owner, me.
ME: Mom, House of Gentle Men made the LA Times best seller list!
RABBIT: Oh, I just felt a kick!
ME: Mom, I just got a two-book deal with Putnam.
MOM: Could you move away from the table? Your barren womb is blocking my view of your sister’s sonogram.
RABBIT: Oh I’m sorry my water broke on your first edition copy of Prince of Lost Places.
ME: No you are not.
ME: Hey I just sold Blue As-
MOM: YOUR SISTER JUST SENT THE CUTEST VIDEO OF YOUNG TRAVIS FLYING!!!!
Recently, her husband got a vasectomy, but as long as the milkman is still fertile as Secretariat, I’m not taking any chances.
The Rabbit and I have joined forces, and we are writing a historical novel together.
History is her wheelhutch. And she’s a remarkably good storyteller. Hand in paw, together we face 2012 as tenuous allies.
The Mayans predicted this.