Liiiike... what kinda stuff? Like I'm having a book signing with bouncy houses and cotton candy? Cuz I'm not.
well for most of youse guys what i mean is, like, book release dates or things like that.
let me give a lengthy and dull explanation of my working process. *waits while everyone gets comfortable enough to doze off*
i write for various magazines, and sometimes get frantic emails from editors like "to all my writers! we need newsy pitches for the (issue that is three months away)! send us your pitches by noon tomorrow!" then i check the little file i keep on all of you... just kididng, it sounds creepy when i say it like that.
anyway, and other times it's more like me sitting at my desk, "hmm, i have a deadline, but while procrastinating, let me send some cold pitches! yes, let me send pitches to the magazines that are one step up and that i dreeeeamm of writing for." in that case, too, i check my little files for things that would be zingy to pitch.
in cold pitches, it's always better to give a three month lead time for major magazines... that way you look like a smarty and like you know the biz.
so sometimes i ask in purgatory, "does anyone have a major news event in three months?" hoping for the scoop!
lastly, in life, it is always more fun, when you have the power to spread good things via your chosen work, to give those good things to people you know and like.
and the sole good thing which my work allows me to give, is free publicity!
and a lot of times i don't get to give it to the people i think truly deserve it, because editors DEMAND that i write about good-looking, empty-headed men CONSTANTLY (ha) and most of the deserving people i know are actually good-looking, non-empty-headed women or non-empty headed men (like in Purgatory).
boy, am I rambling or what?
i will probably delete this whole thing due to the tongue in cheek tone which i have now decided is not working! get me rewrite.
the red PROCRASTINATING alert on my desk is beeping like mad! gotta go!
My brain apparently wanted to mollify the badness of this dream, and in the dream, I was cast as Christine in the school's production of Phantom. Logic asserted itself in the dream, and I told the director that she'd have to transpose all Christine's songs a third lower. And they did! Totally a dream, that. 
