No, I'm not referring to how I felt last week after I wolfed down that huge plate of pasta and then had to endure the python-like squeeze of my pants' waistband for the rest of the evening.

I'm talking about my newest book Big, Bigger, Biggest. Having a new book out is fun. It's fun, fun, fun. But now with our friend, the internets, it's even funner. Because in our fast-paced Jetsons world, when you have a new book out, you can spy on it from the safety of your studio troll-hole.

You can also spy on yourself.

Warning: this is a probably pathological and highly addictive activity. I should know because I do it - and as Willy Wonka says, "And they're certainly not showing -
Any signs that they are slowing."

Nope, I'm not slowing that behavior at all. I usually know what my book's Amazon ranking is - and right or wrong, I can either feel good - or bad, based on that stupid logarithm.

I know how many Google hits will pop up when I enter my name - with and without being enclosed in quotation marks.

I'm a spy, a lurker, a self-stalker. There. I said it.

Sue me.

But, you know - I do find out some very interesting things on my little spy missions. Like this for example - Beginning With Books, the Center for Early Literacy has chosen Big, Bigger, Biggest as their Book of the Week!

For my fellow spies out there, here's the link: http://www.beginningwithbooks.org/book-week-big-bigger

Gotta go now - there's lots more spyin' to be done...