Paxil Side Effects And Paxil Addiction

Francesco Sedita

Never writes in his blog. He knows you’re watching. Waiting.

He’s revising Miss Popularity 3.

Cut him some slack.

And listen to La Roux.

That is all.

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Come Work with Me at a Writers’ Workshop in Guatemala!

Yes, it’s true!

In February 2010, I am joining the faculty of the lovely and talented Joyce Maynard’s fantastic writing workshop. The location? One of the most beautiful and peaceful places in the world. Lake Atitlan, Guatemala.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lago_de_Atitl%C3%A1n

It’s one week. And you can work with me, Joyce, and the fab and smart and super-talented Ann Hood. Ann taught me in grad school and she is so wonderful to work with.

I was a student at the workshop last year and had a ball. Learned so much. Laughed even more.

There’s a lot more information here:

http://www.joycemaynard.com/Joyce_Maynard/Workshop_2010.html

Shout with questions to me or to Joyce through the link above.

Come come!!

xxo

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Dear Gwyneth Paltrow,

Dear Gwyneth Paltrow,

This is going to come as a shock to you, I am sure, but I think you and I have missed a very important opportunity in our lives.

A friendship.
You and me.

Your long blond locks, my stubbly face. Your Goop, my tween books. Your fantastic laugh, my searing and sharp wit.

Years ago, I got my hair cut at an extremely trendy salon in the West Village of New York, where very tall, skinny people floated in and out, their hair always perfect, even before their time in the chair. My stylist, an English chap named Zak, was stationed next to the enormous glass windows, It was a monthly treat for me to sit, struggling to understand him and his quips through his thick accent, while watching the urban pastoral happenings of the charming, tree-lined street. Dowagers walking their teeny, outfitted dogs. Boyfriends brushing the hair out of the girlfriends’ eyes. Big, colorful umbrellas populating the sidewalk on rainy days. The quiet peace of snowy New York days.

Once, Zak pointed to a car with his scissors, and said, “That’s Gwyneth’s car.” Struggling through the thickness of his words, water dripping on my shoulders, I asked, controlling my voice, “Gwyneth Paltrow?”

“What? What other Gwyneth is there? Yes!” he said, rolling his eyes at my
naïveté. “She lives just across the road.”

I remained calm. He went on to tell me that he saw you all the time. Walking by. Giggling with friends. Eating ice cream. Just another girl in the West Village.

He had no idea that I truly believed I was missing a vital, important, friendship in my life: Yours. Ours.

I never told him. I’ve never told anyone.

Now, years later, I break my silence. I just think there’s something there. I do. I write children’s books, for Pete’s sake. (Incidentally, who is Pete?)

So, my fantasy future friend, I hope you are well. And that I see you soon.

My love,
Francesco

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Vacation!

Hi! It’s 5:45AM and I am drinking coffee, waking up slowly. I leave for vacation for 2 weeks today to Cape Cod, where I hope to finish Miss Popularity 3.

Have a great couple weeks and talk to you soon! Wish me luck!!
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Happy Happy!

Today is my mom’s birthday. Happy birthday, Mom!

Also my friend Cecily’s AND Madonna’s! Ladies, ladies, happy happy!!

xxo

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