With the new short story, that is. Gosh, gone are the days when I'd have my stuff turned into editors months before their deadlines. I seem to just go right up to the final hour anymore. And honestly, sometimes I go past that final hour. I never used to do that. As an editor, I know how annoying that is. But oh well. On we go. I'm just grateful that publishers are still buying my stuff.

Hey, for those rare few among you who don't spend your every waking hour poring over the contents of marilynjayelewis.com... that photo at the top there is a picture of me at Girl Scout camp in, like, 1970. Maybe 1969. I'm not 100% sure. But I don't think I went to camp the summer that the astronauts walked on the moon, so I'm thinking it was 1970.

My mom and my uncle and I were having dinner on Friday and talking about going away to camp, for some reason. So here you go. I was miserable there,  by the way. I hated camp. I am so not into communal living and/or having days that are crammed full of mindless stuff to do. I cried and cried and cried at camp. I had my Raggedy Ann doll with me and I cried all over her. (This is her, by the way. She is about 42 years old now. She's looking "a little bleary-eyed; a little worse for wear & tear; she's the girl, with the faraway eyes..." ha ha ha.) (No, honestly, all things considered, she looks okay, doesn't she? After all, she lived in NYC for 25 years, and for a lot of those years, she was flat broke!)



Anyway... okay. I'll get back at it around here. Try to finish this story today, do a final polish tomorrow (Public Enemies opens tomorrow, gang; I, for one, cannot wait), then I'll send the story off to France. Then I'll have plenty of free time to drive my agent completely nuts re: progress on shopping the Valentino novel! Won't she be happy. (To be honest, I am trying not to drive her crazy, but I am not 100% successful there.)

Okay, gang! Thanks for visiting! If I don't get a chance to see you before you leave, have a great time at camp!