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Left Coast Proper

Greetings from the other side! After nearly 10 (grueling) years in New York, I’ve moved to San Francisco, land of the homeless and the hoodied.

The biggest adjustment so far has been the pace. People don’t seem to like jaywalking. They say hello in elevators (they even want to push the buttons for you, which…?). Everyone wants to chat all the time. I’m thinking I’ll have to slow my physical self down quite a lot.  I’m also expecting a bit of brain adjusting. Honoring the balance between working and playing seems to be much more of a priority (thank the lord jesus) and I’m going to have to power down my habits of eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at my desk. Or just being at my desk in general.

This will allow more time for writing, which is, as we know, a high priority. Perhaps I’ll even start working on some shorter pieces and do that whole thing where you rack up credentials and “get your name out there” by publishing in journals. You know, instead of grinding out novels and then pitching agents for….ever.

In any case, I think big changes are on the horizon. At least, when I can see the horizon over the hills.

A case of the tender butterflies

MadridThere have been many life changes in the last two months. Perhaps the most monumental of which is that I finally finished the Norman Mailer book that I’ve been gumming my way through since February. (Give me a break, it’s 1,300 pages about the Bay of Pigs, ok?) He has some great lines in it, of course. I read one of them while I was sitting at the cafe table pictured here, in Madrid, Spain. A CIA guy was about to sit down to an important but scary meet-and-greet and said he had a case of “the tender butterflies” – happy anticipation mixed with a tinge of dread. I love that.

Anyway, I’ve been saying for years now that I’m going to be writing more for you here and I think it’s time to admit that I won’t be – at least not regularly – because of all these life changes (new travels, new job, new apartment, newfound interest in spring onions).

And because, of course, work continues on Wondermelt. I’m about to turn the corner into year three, but the good news is that it keeps getting better. I can hardly be discouraged when I know that the book that will be picked up in future is stronger than the book that could have been picked up in past. That’s also easy to say now that rewrites are pretty much finished. I think overall, I’m truly at the pitching stage.

I have to tell you. THAT gives me a case of the tender butterflies. So, more to come here, at some point, and thanks in the meantime for the support.