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Noteworthy

It's been a crazy few weeks, as you might have guessed by my unintended hiatus. 

The biggest news is that I was selected by Style Weekly, a local Richmond publication, as one of the 2012 Forty Under 40.  It is quite the local honor and I am humbled to be a part of such an incredible group of men and women.  It has been very interesting, though, to be "recognized" by not just friends and family but seemingly random people who I barely know.  As Roger has said, I'm "fa-moose".  I guess that's better than notorious.

I have still been writing. I attended a writing workshop led by Carol Henderson for the second year in a row. It was an inspirational and therapeutic experience. At some point, I will probably share a few of my musings as soon as I can "flesh them out" a bit.  There are also tons of thoughts in my little brain. If only I could get them out all at once!

The speaking and signing events have been a little slow as of late; however, the calendar is gearing up! I have some events booked in November and December in Richmond and it looks like I'm headed to Florida in January. I'm trying to nail down a few additional signings or speaking engagements aside from one already set at the City Island Library in Daytona Beach, so if you have any connections or leads, let me know.  The biggest news of the week was that I was selected as a presenter at Virginia Festival of the Book in Charlottesville in March 2013.  This is a pretty big deal so I'm stoked! 

Before all of that happens, though, I am heading to the mountains of Boone, NC this weekend.  I will be at Black Bear Books on Saturday for a signing but I also get to have my first guest lecture experience at my grad school alma mater, Appalachian State.  I will be giving  a lecture to speech pathology undergrads on autism.  Wish me luck!

The cherry on top of all this excitement, however, was some very important news that came via Good Morning America this week.  Apparently, there is a new website service out there for women called HeTexted.  The site provides clear translations of "guy-speak" to women hoping to understand whether he's really into you or just wants to be friends.  I suppose they must have missed the amazing discovery that I wrote about last year that allows men to say just the right things from their mobile device.  

With that, I will sign off, noting that this week looks like it will prove to be even more jam packed than the last.  I certainly don't get bored anymore!

 


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