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 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.

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

Day Two, Suckers!

Lucky me, rather than coming up with original material every day this month I get to use my blog for NaBloPoMo administrative updates. Suckers!

Jesus H. Corncob Pipe, the participant list is NOWHERE NEAR being finished. Spamarrest released another 600 e-mails to me this morning, you people snuck in right under the wire. The list is now closed and I hope you're all happy with yourselves, I am well on my way to carpal tunnel and I've worn out the goodwill of two voulnteers, all because you -- YOU -- think you might win a prize (and there are more prizes coming) just by blogging.

Well, what can I say. I am a river to my people.

And now I will share with you the Official NaBloPoMo Theme Song! Written by the heavenly Sheryl of Paper Napkin:

Post, Post, Post
(To the tune of "Turn Turn Turn," by the Byrds)

On everything (post, post, post)
Come this November (post, post, post)
And a post for every topic, under heaven

A post on the Pilgrims' persecution,
Soaking your contacts in saline solution,
Why you're joining the green revolution,
or confessing you're really a Lilliputian

To everything (post, post, post)
Come this November (post, post, post)
And a time for every topic, under heaven

When your uncle got drunk at your wedding,
and he threw up the veal with the breading,
passed out on his table setting.
How you vividly imagined his beheading.

On everything (post, post, post)
Come this November (post, post, post)
And a post for every topic, under heaven

Or write a poem of lament
on how all your money you've spent,
and now you can't pay your rent
You're moving into a circus tent

On everything (post, post, post)
Come this November (post, post, post)
And a post for every topic, under heaven

A post on that sweater you're knitting,
A post on the job you are quitting,
Or how your angst is unremitting,
Come on and post now, I swear its not too late.