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The Scene: Lunch with old family friends who have known me since birth.

Whitney, how's your work going?

Me: "Great. My new book is coming out at the end of August, and I'm about 3/4 of the way through my third book."

Are you going to stick to writing nonfiction, or do you think that some day you might write a novel?

Me: "What do you mean? I only write fiction."

I thought Pushing 30 was your memoirs on what it was like to turn 30?

Me: "No. It was a novel. Wait . . . you didn't read it, did you?"

An uncomfortable silence.

No one ever sent me a copy.

Posted 09 August 2004 at 11:23 AM