Eden M. Kennedy

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Eden M. Kennedy is the co-author (with Alice Bradley) of the book Let's Panic About Babies! (St. Martin's Press, 2011).

A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.

Currently she works at a public library and is finishing writing her first novel.

Yaaaaayyy!

I bought Champagne, and Jack also bought Champagne Thanks to many hours put in by the handsome, unflappable Joe, my enormous blog has migrated from Blogger to WordPress. I have some mixed feelings about this -- I wasn't all FUCK YOU, BLOGGER, YOU SUCK! when they announced they were withdrawing support for the unwieldy circus my uploading procedures had (apparently) become. It's just that our needs weren't the same anymore. It was like breaking up with someone I still really liked, who always treated me pretty well and he had a certain style and we totally liked the same kind of peanut butter, but then suddenly he told me that to keep the relationship together I'd have to move to Beijing.

So since he was moving out anyway, I thought I'd redecorate.

My other news, of course, is that Alice and I delivered the manuscript for Let's Panic to St. Martin's Press Monday morning at 1:45 a.m. Eastern time so our editor would find it in her inbox when she arrived at work. (This was Alice's idea. I was thinking of sending it around noon, maybe? After a late breakfast?) Surprisingly, to me, maybe not to you, after pulling several 16-hour days of writing and editing and IM'ing and losing the ability to tell if anything I'd written was funny anymore, I woke up Monday morning to discover my eyes hurt. I had legitimately overworked my eyeballs, my eye stems -- all my eye appurtenances. My little eye biceps were tired, you guys! These drugstore reading glasses have done me no favors, I suppose. Apart from making it possible to read. So I need to find a good ophthalmologist, or maybe just an optometrist, and I'd go to Wikipedia to remind myself of the difference right now but, OW, IT HURTS TO LOOK AT THINGS, OW.