I graduated from my MFA program. Woo! Don’t hurt yourselves, yall, in your mad crush to hire me for big money, okay?
When I came home, my house was significantly changed. Like, no drywall. Like, bare. Like, we are living crammed into two rooms for the near future. Until the roof gets put on. Until the framing-in happens. Until the HVAC and wiring is finished.
This may be awhile. But I don’t care. I hated our house as it was.
At least the bathroom and kitchen are still functional. Well, almost. We don’t have a stove anymore. But what do I care? I don’t cook anyway!
It’s all very exciting.
Then there was perhaps the most fascinating source of a book review ever, from a NOAA teacher-at-sea, who happened to bring Sex & Violence aboard the NOAA Ship Oregon II, where she was a volunteer assisting the researchers. The pictures are so cool, for one thing, but also, amidst all the catching and studying of hammerhead sharks, everyone’s reading, too. INSANELY COOL.
Another thing to make me all giddy is that Sex & Violence got a starred reviewed from Publishers Weekly. Though I think it’s funny that the review mentions S&V as apparently commenting on ‘hookup culture’ as I generally loathe any kind of journalism that uses the phrase ‘hookup culture.’ Also, not to be all sex-dorky, but ‘hookup culture’ isn’t just a sleazy boy’s game. Girls participate, too. Yay! Meaningless recreative sex for all!
(I’m kinda kidding there. Kinda.)
And finally, I know I said I was DONE with races. But the excellent Christa Desir might have talked me into doing a RAGNAR relay from Wisconsin to Chicago next June. She wants to build a team of 12 authors. Andrew Smith says he’s in, which just raises the stakes, obviously. Jesus. I get all flop-sweaty imagining doing this again. But, as Christa says, it might just be so psychotically awesome, there’s no way one could pass it up. Plus, it involves VANS. And CAMPING. And MULTIPLE RUNS in one day. In the middle of the NIGHT. The kind of thing that anxious people like me really need to experience.