Yeah, so I wrote this essay about all the women I deeply longed for as a youth. It's probably offensive and misogynistic and I should be immediately boycotted. Or, it's a love song crooned by someone with a touch of rhythm but suspect pitch. In any case, it's honest.
Hey, I wrote a tour diary for Fiction Advocate. About what it was like being on tour. You should read it for valuable insights into speaking in front of six people in a strip-mall chain store, but also because it's basically the 2016 version of Fear and Loathing in Tulsa. Plus, it includes the highly exclusive bonus list: "11 Ways You Can Become a Writer." Normally that list is only available as part of my online self-help course "How To Be Less You and More Me", but today? It's totally gratis. Enjoy.
For what it's worth, I just now sent the final version of Cornelius Wrathbone into my editor. A 442 page YA beast that has gone through many drafts over many years, and was completely torn apart at least twice. And as of an hour ago, it's done. Should be out with Candlewick Press fall of 2017. So, now I'm going to take anywhere from four to eight hours off, and then dig full-time into a literary novel with my man Charles F. Adams over at Algonquin Books, which for the moment is entitled These Unlovely Monsters" First, though, I'm gonna have a sandwich.
Hey, whattayaknow? Face out at the Hudson Books in JFK. Pretty much the perfect read for that 19 hour flight to Hong Kong.
Joe Dallesandro, king of the Warhol superstars and the man who graces the cover of the Stone's "Sticky Fingers", hanging out with Welcome Thieves in L.A.
Hey, tomorrow at 11am I'll be signing books and just sort of hanging out and chatting with authors Garth Stein and David Laskin as part of the grand opening of the absurdly nice Third Place Books Seward Park. Come out and support your new local indie. We are so lucky in Seattle that neighborhood bookstores are thriving. Give them a reason to open another one!