I was in North Carolina for a couple of days this week, giving a reading with the fantastically talented Cadwell Turnbull. I went to NC State, so it was also quite a nostalgic trip: I stopped at Reader’s Corner, ate baked goods at Cup a Joe, bought spices at Cameron Village, drank cheap gin and tonics at Player’s Retreat. My hosts were wonderful, and it was exhilarating to read a story I had not read publicly before this.
Most of what else I have done this week is write. I am working on something that is grinding forward, the first conventionally told story I have written since “The Privilege of the Happy Ending.” Since June, I have written four (some might say five) highly fragmented experimental pieces. I didn’t write any of them with a market (or even a reader) in mind, so I learned a lot about what it feels like when writing is about the process instead of a result — for me, being published and/or read. I’ve written more about this, over on Patreon:https://www.patreon.com/posts/30156944
In other news, I am off to buy new workout shoes. And socks. And shorts.
