I've been reading all these blogs about what writers do wrong, and one of the things that keeps getting talked about is internet over-sharing.

Okay, let's all keep in mind I'm the woman who blogged about that time the guy from Everybody Loves Raymond watched her get a bikini wax. So, you know, context. But I think we're all getting a little too worried about TMI. I read some authors' blogs, and it's like they're issuing press releases every three days.

Let's face it. I'm not on the verge of over-exposure. It's not like I'm going to walk into the supermarket and read about my on-set exploits in The Star while I'm waiting to pay for my Tampax and Milky Way. The best I can hope for is to build a small community of readers that feels like friends.

I know it sounds dopey, but it's true.

The best thing that could happen to me would be to run into a reader at a conference who said, "Oh my God, I read your book, and I liked it!"

And I'd be all, "Shut up! You did?"

And then we'd go out for coffee and braid each other's hair.

'Cause that's what friends do, and they DO NOT hold out on each other when Brad Garrett was standing outside the wax salon. No, they do not.

So I'm just going to keep doing what I do.

Hope you like it.