But a damn good day for me.

Sophie Littlefield is a writer. She's warm and generous, uber fun, and she makes everyone she comes into contact with feel like superstars-in-waiting (waiting for the rest of the world to catch up to what she knows). Plus, she's got that I'd-hate-her-if-I-didn't-adore-the-hell-outta-her gorgeous thing going on. See? Oh, and she's a writer.

(That part before the last part is a lie, for I am the lying type. I'd never hate Sophie. If I didn't adore the hell outta her I'd just prop her up outside notorious NY publishing watering holes and exploit her Sophiosity to lure in vulnerable publishing types, but I'd never (not ever) hate her, oh no. Sophie is the shit.)

If you don't believe me, just ask St. Martin's Minotaur. They're publishing her debut novel, A BAD DAY FOR SORRY, in August 2009. Plus the book to be named later. Oh, and Delacorte thinks her brain is pretty too...

But MAGS! you cry. You're totally self-involved!

Hey! What? Quit that!

But I'm confused! How is this about YOU!?

Me? Oh, right! Me! Okay then. Sophie Littlefield has done something nice again, and she's done it near me. Bestowed upon her by a very smart person was the Sisterhood Award.

The Sisterhood Award is all about sisters, women, girls, girlz. It's about us. Women. Together. And Sophie gave it to some smart women plus me.

I win! And I win again, because I, too, know some smart women I will now pass it along to.

Twizzle. Linda. Underpants. (Get a blog, Frango and Ethel!) I pass this torch onto women of incredible intelligence and charisma.

Girls rule! Just sayin'...

Sophie Littlefield is a writer!