Oooh-Oooh-Oooh, Cherry Popping Dish


The Pilcrow Lit Fest "Five With" Katie has been posted. Check it out, yo. I just popped my literary festival interview cherry.



In other Pilish dish, Pilcrow is on Twitter, twitterfriend them hard for the latest updates and such. Pilcrow is also accepting donations, so fabulous. We can put our love of all things literary where our mouths are and chalk up a few buckaroos.



I know I'm way behind on my meemish detail. Let's not judge, tomorrow I'll start posting like nobody's bizola.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I put my love of all things littoral where my mouth is and all I got for my trouble was grit and a bad case of the 'sand-in-the-crack affliction that Burt and Deborah got.
11:38 AM
Anonymous said…
katie, dahling, you've just made my day -- i've had a short story published in exquisite corpse. you might have read it, even.

congrats on breaking the litfest cherry. but, like getting laid the first time, it's never as good as you think it's gonna be. at least for me. i thought it was gonna be like in a porno movie with a woman with beach-ball, gravity defying fake tits.
1:10 PM
Cup said…
A brilliant Five With, my girl.

Yes, I knew Katie way back when she was just a blogger ...
10:28 AM
Fran said…
Nice! I am lost with the whole twitter thing, when Easter is over I will try again!
2:33 PM
Ms Smack said…
I want to say that I am proud of you without sounding condescending... so here it is... I'm so proud of you.
5:57 AM
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