I have been remiss in updating this blog, and generally hermitting. It’s been for good reason! The baby is crowning. If I haul a lot of ass, I will have a full draft of In the Red by the end of of July. If I haul less ass, by the end of summer. Pretty sweet, no?
Meanwhile, some neato news while I hermit:
• 13 rue Thérèse is finally coming out in France in August, from Michel Lafon. Here is the link to pre-order from Fnac, which is like the French Barnes & Noble. Squee! Just thinking of a French edition of my book being in their big-ass store in the Forum des Halles right near where I grew up makes me all tingly! Here is the cover, all tiny because I suck at technology:
I am wee.
• Also, whilst googling myself to see whether anyone on the internet has posted that I like to bathe in the blood of Christian babies, I found this lovely review of my story “Commuting” in Zyzzyva, on Ruelle Electrique, an online literary salon. It’s their “unabashed favorite from the issue!” “A rich story” teeming with “grit and beauty!” How does randomly finding something like this make a writer feel? Why, it fills said writer with hearts and butterflies!
is all I’m sayin’
Helloooooo fine people.
This here is the first blog post I am writing totally wasted. Let’s see what happens. I pulled a muscle in my chest, which I truly don’t advise, because it hurts when you breathe, which is, like, you know, most of the time. Anyway, the nice people at Kaiser put me on Vicodin. I have not been awake for more than 30 minutes at a time since Sunday morning. Even my cats are impressed at my newly found marathon sleeping abilities. Also, a warning: being high makes me maudlin. I apologize in advance for what may come out of me before the end of this post. (Yesterday I asked a friend, all dreamy-eyed, what he is like when he is in love. Seriously, I am dangerous.)
I had an awesome reading at Lit Crawl on Saturday night, before I was felled by the Gods. It was great fun; the room was packed and attentive, and they applauded me with gusto. An author’s dream, which contrasts beautifully with those readings one occasionally has to give at bookstores to like one employee and one old lady with a broken hearing aid.
AND… I have smashing news. Drum roll… The story I had performed at Sacramento’s Stories on Stage, “Commuting,” sold to Zyzzyva. Awesomepants, no? I do not yet know what issue it will be in, but will of course keep you posted so that you can all run out and buy it and then run through the streets proclaiming the transcendent benefits of my prose.
Damn, I am so wasted.
I have to go back to sleep momentarily. But, it seems unsportsmanlike to leave you without the maudlin display promised earlier. So, I will say, I very much like what is happening in this country right now.
I missed you, America. I love you, America. I believe in you, America. Be your promise. Rise.