McEwen over at Whitterer on Autism (which is my husband's absolute, hands-down favorite blog, and is one of mine too, even though we all know that I don't actually pick favorites) has honored me with the Break Out Blogger Award. This award, to quote the creators, "casts a spotlight on bloggers who are just beginning to draw lotsa attention — the equivalent of a song with a bullet on Billboard’s Top 100 chart. Lotsa good posts. Lotsa good buzz. These bloggers are going places in a hurry."

Now I have no idea what it means to have a bullet on Billboard's Top 100, although I did listen to Casey Kasem's American Top 40 as a teen, and my understanding based on that (and the fact that I had a crush on Casey Kasem's voice) is that it can only mean good things. I do know that "lotsa good buzz" is a good thing, like I'm a hot Hollywood blockbuster. I like that.

Oddly enough, I met someone today who is a friend of Anne Lamott, one of my favorite writers in the whole world, and all I could think was "TELL ANNE TO READ MY BLOG!" But I couldn't, because I'm blogging under a pseudonym and keeping my identity a closely guarded secret. And I'm blogging this way precisely because I don't want random people I meet for the first time, like Anne Lamott's friend, to be scared off by tales of my sex addict husband and my many, many insecurities, even if they do happen to know one of my literary idols.

However, my dream is that one day my buzz will be so big that Anne will discover me anyway and make me her ward and protégé, a literary Robin to her kick ass Batman. And then I'll draw so much attention with my literary superheroineism that when Hillary Clinton is president, she'll invite me to the White House to sleep in the Lincoln Bedroom, and we'll stay up late eating sweets lovingly prepared by the White House pastry chef and talking about our insane, beautiful sex addict husbands. And Hillary will put statues of Anne Lamott, with her crazy white girl dreadlocks, in all the town squares. And she'll make Vowels and Junky's Wife and Question co-poet laureates. And Jay can be surgeon general if she wants (but I suspect she doesn't). And all the rest of you can have ambassadorships to really attractive places with lovely temperate climates. Those will be some good times.

So, thank you very much, my dear Ms. McEwen for the award. I won't forget you when I go on to do great things, and I'll make sure that you too, at last, have a room of your own. Although for the record, my room is just a virtual thing. My real room currently contains one husband and one cat, both asleep on the bed, which is where I'm headed now too. I'll pass the award along, but not tonight. You all will have to wait to find out who I think is up and coming...