"Some Tears May Be Crocodile, But My Salt Is True."
Hey, this great annual event is happening again tomorrow. An absolutely killer lineup of authors, readings, food, and music. Excellent chance to buy some Christmas presents that matter, with a big chunk of the money going to charity, including PNA and the The Greater Seattle Bureau of Fearless Ideas. I'll be reading at 4pm and signing the rest of the while, but mostly standing there feeling good about something for once. You should definitely swing on by.
Here's my final column for The Weeklings, "25 Ways Hillary Can Fix America By Wednesday". It's one that I've been thinking about for six months, but finally got around to writing. Like it or not, Hillary will be elected tomorrow. After which I am going to drink a bowl of ayahuasca and lie in a sensory deprivation tank for two weeks. In the meantime, here are 25 non-partisan, commonsense ways that President Clinton can immediately make this country great again. In a sense, Trump has already won, because he has changed discourse forever. But not my discourse. Article includes at least three bonus Chuck Norris jokes. Plus, the first person who tattoos this entire thing on their back in a barely-legible calligraphy font wins a free T-shirt. Pics required. Selah.
Sent from a friend in Portland. Always nice to be a staff pick at the great Powell's Books, Inc.
So I was interviewed/photographed for this film/lit project recently, which might be amusing to check out. The cafe the photos were taken in was packed, and I was keenly aware of various people watching over their laptops and omelettes, trying to decide if I was someone famous, or an unbelievable tool. Of course they're not mutually exclusive, but I think the unspoken consensus was definitely on Phillips Head. Also, you try wearing better socks.
For some reason, Welcome Thieves is a Kindle 25 Select all this week. Lots of imposing company on the list, and a few I'm pretty sure I could wrestle to the mat. Hey, go ahead and be cynical, but it's kinda cool to be selected as an "exciting summer read." I was born to be a summer read. And if everyone seeing this post breaks down and buys two copies, it'll sell 30 more copies than it would have otherwise. So, yea, gonna feel special all day, walk around in my boxers and drink mint tea and sing Elton John to the plants
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.