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Guest Post: Killing It With LynDee Walker

LynDee Walker just came home from the Killer Nashville writers’ conference, where she was serving on panels and promoting her books. I asked if she would sum it up for us. What was the conference like? What was it like to be a panelist? What was the best thing to happen? Keep reading to find out!

Killer Conference

by LynDee Walker

Best moment of Killer Nashville 2013: I rushed down from lunch on Friday to get set for my panel appearance, and while I was fussing with the mic and getting water, an...

Destinee’s Destiny–Never Was Mine

I’ve had two parents enjoying (ha!) brief hospital stays this week, but am happy to report that all parties are home and accounted for, neither needing any radical surgeries or treatments. Still kicking–as they should be. I got an email of clear health from the one who was leaving the hospital (in another state), while sitting in the emergency room with the other. My mother said to me, the next day, “I felt so sorry for you, sitting up here with me.” I said, “I’d have felt a lot sorrier for m...

Snitches Get Stitches, and Weasels Get Measles

I have fielded phone calls from both the A.P. and CNN over the past couple of days. I swear. You work for one little, multi-million dollar televangelical outfit, and you’re marked for life. While I am always willing to talk and cooperate, I try to be very careful with when and where my name is used. I’ve been a reporter, which means I worked with reporters, and I trust the media about as much as I trust televangelists. I need to be able to control my message, and I can only control my message...

Fat Monkeys

There is some new report out about monkeys getting fat that is supposed to make me feel better about not being svelte and glorious. I don’t care about fat monkeys. I don’t want to feel better about being a fat primate. I want science to invent a pill that magically and without side effect, melts away pounds until I am exactly where I want to be, then stops and maintains for me.

That is all.

Because I am exhausted.

Smiley Miley at the VMAs

Nancy and I were talking about Miley at the VMAs, last night. I’ve come to be something of a Miley apologist because I recognize that so much of what drives me up a tree about her, so much of what makes me want to yell at her to get off my lawn, is that I went through similar phases. I am sympathetic to her plight, and moreso because she doesn’t even know she has a plight.

First, go read the article by Duana over at Lainey’s blog. I have nothing but agreement for this. I especially have nothin...