I accidentally decided it was okay for Grandpa to read my book.

Even though I signed it “read at your own risk,” I’m now wondering if I’ve just overshared.

It’s not that I’m ashamed of anything I wrote. Only that the people who changed your diapers and took you to ride streetcars and let you order chocolate milkshakes with pancakes for breakfast might have a hard time remembering thatyou’re not six anymore.

On the other hand, he emailed me a link to a dirty joke the other day, and judging from the FW history, he received it from other grandparents. So maybe it’s okay after all.

Meanwhile I’m about halfway done with the proposal/outline for the next book. Because two full-time jobs aren’t enough … and I just can’t shut up.