Category: These Mighty Forces

I saw green!

There’s green in the flower bed by my front door.

I’m not a winter person. Winter hurts my eyes, I’m itchy, and I hate wearing more than three items of clothing at any given time. I blame my grandmother who was from Martinique. I’ve got island in me that is at war with these snow-capped mountains. Winter is always dark and dangerous and I have to take long baths to rid myself of the chill. This is ironic because my boyfriend is literally at his happiest and most productive while in the snow in a semi-refrigerated state. Not me. And this year my bummed outness is compounded on a global level.

I’ve been pretty vocal about how totally grossed out I am by the current state of affairs in government. I’m so sick of looking at old white men I want to vomit every time I see a new picture of Trump’s White House. I fight this, and the winter of my discontent with daily actions and a steady diet of TV shows, movies, music and books.

I’ve powered through The Leftovers (which is like the best show ever) and Santa Clarita Diet  (which actually made me laugh a lot and plus Tim Olyphant). I read The Hillbilly Elegy (J.D. Vance), Born a Crime (Trevor Noah), Underwater (Marisa Reichardt), Vagina (Naomi Wolf), and Faithful (Alice Hoffman), which were all pretty damn amazing, and I blurbed for a hysterical first sex Forever sort of book called I Never which is a lot of fun and will be out soon. I watched Moonlight, La-La Land, The Hunt for the Wilderpeople, Lego Batman and 13th which were all extraordinary in their own ways. I also decided to spring for Apple music because when a person is as panicked and frozen as I have been, a person needs lots of choice (new favorites include Kflay, Cage the Elephant and Ladytron).

So I haven’t gotten to put my feet in the ocean in a while. It’s okay because art.

Speaking of, on my own front, I was included in a Barnes and Noble article, 7 Magical Realism Must-Reads You Want Right Now. I was asked to go to Little Rock, Arkansas for the Arkansas Literary Festival which I’m super excited for. I haven’t been to Little Rock since I was nineteen and driving around the country with my boyfriend. And a few of my brothers and sisters, my dad, and about fifteen of my VCFA graduating class are heading to Parnassus Books in Nashville on April 4 to be with me as I celebrate the launch of But Then I Came Back.

Not only that, but March is shaping up. I’ll be teaching again at Taos Academy which is one of the best things I did last semester, and I’ll be in Denver the last week of the month for some school visits.

 

I take all of these as signs that winter will be over soon and that it won’t feel like a fight every time I walk out the door. I take it as a sign that I, like the dirt, am thawing. I’m not too excited yet. My mountain town has a way of teasing.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter.

At this point I’ll take all the green I can get.

 

P.S. book goals for Feb 15-March 15:

Swing Time, Zadie Smith/ American Street, Ibi Zoboi/What Light, Jay Asher/History is all You Left Me, Adam Silvera/How to Make a Wish, Ashley Herring Blake (if the ARC EVER GETS HERE!)/Exit West, Mohsin Hamid

 

1st five pages

Just checking in (pausing my insane editorial frenzy) briefly to let everyone know that I will be one of April’s mentors for the 1st five pages workshop. Basically, you submit five pages of a WIP and get some help sorting yourself out for submission.

 

Click to find out more details here. I’m completely excited to be doing this, and it’s but the first of many things I’m planning! It opens tomorrow at 2EST, and I hear it fills up within minutes.

Hope to see you on the other side!cover-and-author

Because I can’t

I’m so sorry. I’ve done it again. Made a promise I couldn’t keep. It’s like that thing about carbs, and getting up at 4:30 every morning to write, and, I don’t know, giving up coffee.

I promised I would write a post about all the cool things I discover in any given week, and that I would do it consistently, and then I didn’t.

It’s because I’ve been writing incessantly. And I’ve had a thousand guests. And I don’t really think anyone cares what I think is cool, not in a poor me way, but in a you-can-just-go-on-FB-and-find-out kind of way. In any case, my Friday posts fizzled for me and in general. So I’m sorry. This is my apology for being a not very disciplined human with scant energetic resources.

It doesn’t mean I don’t care, and that I’m not going to try something else fun and useful to everyone. Like brutal honesty? I don’t know yet.

 

I’m thinking.