J is for Jacobellis

This week at preschool features the letter J, for reasons that are clear only to Miss Susie and Miss Barbara. I assume there will be jumping? Jellybeans? Their spring party is on Thursday. I volunteered to bring popcorn. Perhaps someone else is responsible for the Jello shots.

In the meantime, our lives this week are ripe with J-containing fodder, to be detailed in several installments.

First on my brain is news from tonight -- fresh off the assembly line is my 5th book, on snowboarding goddess Lindsey Jacobellis.



This book was originally due last May, but had to be postponed until her lamewad agent could put me in touch with her for an interview. Oh lordy, he was such a tease. "SURE I'll give her your interview questions, right away!" "Oh, I know Lindsey has time now to do this right now, she's between competitions." "So sorry I forgot about you from last time. I'll get her in touch with you ASAP." For ten months I heard the same shtick from him until finally, FINALLY at the end of October he sent me her answers to my emailed questions. What a turkey.

I can't possibly believe that any of the delay is due to her, because 1) this dude is her agent and it's obviously his responsibility to deliver my questions and then to bug her about them on my behalf, and 2) after writing this book, I am convinced that this girl can walk on water. Seriously, she is that awesome. And have you seen her hair? I think it has magical, if not healing, properties.

And then there's the delay on my part, since I got her interview questions when I was knee-deep in my horse book. I finished that in December and then there was a book to write on Bengal Tigers with a deadline, exclamation point. Finally the dust settled and there was Lindsey, only Lindsey. And now? Now there is nothing. Peace and quiet for awhile, liberally sprinkled with blogging and cleaning. Oh, and making baby quilts. More on that later.