Welcome to my thrillingly updated website, susanisaacs.com.  Fine: I can’t guarantee unrelenting ecstasy.  But besides the new, jazzy format, I’ve added a lot more content.  Like this blog.  Before I became a novelist, I worked as an advice to the lovelorn columnist, magazine editor, political speechwriter, and freelancer, doing everything from editing a cook book to making up questions for a TV quiz show to writing quickie radio spots on fashion for Women’s Wear Daily.  Since then, I’ve covered the 2000 presidential election for Newsday and nattered on in print about everything from sports to First Amendment issues, fiction, and film. I’ve written four screenplays, two of which were actually made  Compromising Positions and Hello Again), and authored a book (Braved Dames and Wimpettes: What Women Are Really Doing on Page and Screen) on what I alternately call feminism or cultural criticism, depending on how intellectually insecure I’m feeling.

Because I wrote a screed yesterday on what used to be called “current events,” i.e., Celebrity Death Fun And Frolics– http://www.huffingtonpost.com/susan-isaacs/rip-vip-we-will-always-lo_b_228133.html — I’ve decided to open with one of my 937 book tour stories.

So I’m at the public library in Denver about to read and discuss my latest book, when a pleasant-looking Coloradoan (of the no makeup, cheeks burnished from the outdoors variety), a woman about thirty, comes up to me and says, “You’re my favorite author!”

I say, “Thank you!” with great enthusiasm that probably won’t convince her I’m the sort of writer who could leave her keyboard and ride a bike up the mountain.

No You’re welcome: instead she says, “I’m so glad you’re not dead!”

“I am too,” I say.

“Don’t you hate it when you really like a writer and you find out she’s dead and there won’t be any more books?”

“I do!” Then I promise her I won’t die for a while, at least before I get out another novel or two or three.

So, Burnished Cheek Lady, I’ve completed another one, As Husbands Go, which will be published in 2010.  I recently had my annual checkup (including an echocardiogram stress test) and I’m good to go.  Keep your fingers crossed.  For my part, I’ll keep writing.