Here's Anne Jackson's response to our recent email and it's a real zinger:

You are so welcome. I know you realize how important my time is, especially as I was looking to purchase my third Leer jet. How did you find out I was making enough money to purchase a small country -- (Well, technically it’s only a private island but regardless, it helps me hoard my money so I don’t have to pay taxes.) After the third millionth copy of Mad Church Disease sold, that was the time we decided to make that call. We feel like we can worship God much more intimately in the privacy of our own island. There’s a myth that Christian authors don’t make any money and now it’s busted! Can I send you a gold dove with your name inscribed on it to thank you?

But wait, that’s not all we’re supposed to talk about. Sorry.

You asked me could I get possibly nicer? I’m not sure. I did just lose 2500 of my closest friends on Facebook. I am praying they don’t have rejection issues. Your book on Rabies is a stellar idea. In fact, you’d be happy to know I had not only one – but TWO cheeseburgers last week. You see, it’s probably been six months or more since I’ve eaten something with red meat. And I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I wake up every morning and my pillow is drenched with slobber. Am I foaming at the mouth in my sleep? Have I caught my own future-book’s disease?

Some accused me of closing down my Facebook as a publicity stunt, but I like your ideas to find myself in the spotlight  much better. I would love to have a throw down in a coffee house sometime with a fan. Can I pick which one? And the hunting without a license thing. Well, let’s just say I may (or may not be) already be guilty of that indiscretion. I am originally from Texas, you know. And Tennessee did just pass a law giving people the permission to carry in guns to bars. Not that I’d be at a bar. Well. Just maybe for the music. And it would be Christian music. And no dancing. Or cards. I am originally Baptist, you know. Can I say that? And not mean it?

So, now on to this whole Dirt Conference thing. Do you realize that you will be developing a brand that could potentially have less-appropriate connotations? Are you personally prepared for people to begin calling you Dirty Boy?

Your turn, Dirty Boy.