Margaret asks: you said the other night that you would show us the Scarlett playlist. Can you please do that?
So I was on Twitter the other night, and I mentioned that I was listening to Grace Kelly by Mika, and that it was one of the big songs off my Suite Scarlett playlist. I wasn’t [...]

Go away for two weeks and what happens? ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD BREAKS.
Oh, sure it SEEMS bad.
Okay, it IS bad.
I guess I’m going to have to fire some of my staff—the guy who polishes all my doorknobs with gold dust-infused butter, the professional remote control operator, the person who sits on my [...]

This last week, I got caught. Trapped like a trap in a trap.
Those of you who have read this blog for some time will know that I attended a Catholic girls’ academy—a school I later turned into St. Teresa’s in the book Devilish. I have told several stories about this school, but never named it. [...]

WOW.
I didn’t mean for almost two weeks to go by without reporting. There is an explanation, as always, but this explanation is made more exciting by the fact that IT IS A SECRET.
Yes. A secret. So secret that I had to sign a document promising that I wouldn’t talk about what I was doing [...]

I had lunch with my erstwhile agent, Daphne Unfeasible, today. It was a glorious summer-like day here in New York (thank you, global warming!). We sat at an outdoor café on Park Avenue behind a table full of priests.
I always feel kind of smugly content when I’m near a lot of priests, because I [...]