Maureen Johnson
@maureenjohnsonbooks
she/her Author. Not the one from Rent. IG:
Do I tell these people that I think they made zucchini water or do they know, do you think?
Nothing says “real photo nothing weird here” like having today’s newspaper in it, old-timey proof of life style.
You’ve done really well today so you can have some tiny French cheese feet as a treat.
One I finally got done was getting your print framed, complete with a small brass plaque with a quote from Superman. Now the grooving will always be front and center.
ME: gotta get to the doctor important things to do ALSO ME: but first I gotta stop and take a picture of this bark that looks like the Babadook got speared in the eye in a joust
Are you on @netgalley.bsky.social? The Velvet Knife is open for requests for the next 48 hours. GO GO GO!
My friend Merlin has been worried about you and is checking in.
Stealth signings all over London! Everything is signed at @foylesforbooks.bsky.social, @waterstones.bsky.social at Oxford Street and Covent Garden.
Reasons the UK may be better: this is the actual doggie day care we just picked the family’s whippet up from:
If you are very lucky, and I was, @alexhorne.bsky.social will throw a frozen pea at your face as he dances.
This is my neighbor Merlin and I just want you all to meet him.
Pro tip: it matters where you cut the headline. Count your words. Do the meth.
When we come to PA to be with family, she gets to rest outside in bed and this is the smile:
When this Kash Patel part is over, could we get a movie about this with Adeel Akhtar in the starring role--because he is great in everything and would deliver a knockout hour and a half of solid gold comedy about a terrified, drunk, profoundly unqualified man trying to run the FBI.
100% my favorite version of my name I’ve ever seen. I am Morny now.
Puppy yoga update: i was instantly chosen as a sleeping place and this is how i spent the entire yoga class.
If we are still celebrating puppies, here is baby Dexy on Gotcha Day. She was about ten weeks old:
Things are not always great but look at this absolute chonk of an East Village deli cat:
At the dog cafe (where I am editing and which is actually in the new book) dog safety and 1970s gay culture come together in a useful way: