Apparently they call it a bl/ook. A blog that becomes a book. Mine will be out in the fall, from kickass St. John’s publisher Breakwater Books — holla. It’s called MotherFumbler. Because I’m fumbling my way through motherhood. And because Motherblogger just didn’t make sense. Because it’s a book. I mean a bl/ook. Whatever. Just read it.
There will be lots of swearing. And gory details about childbirth. And pictures (yay!) but not of my vagina (saving that for the sequel).
Some of my people are going to be mortified and ashamed. But they all best keep their mouths shut if they want a ride in my new sup’d-up minivan which I intend to buy with my profits.
Every copy comes with a free diaper. Not because it’s about babies, but because you are probably going to soil yourself when you read it. You’re welcome.