In brighter, happier news, it is springtime, hop-time, and time for projects to blossom.
featherless, a reading series, is having its first event on June 20th at 7:30 pm at Wordspace. The curators, Katie and I, are very excited. The three readers will be announced shortly. Omar Routher is designing our logo, and, judging by the preliminary versions, it should be smashing.
The bits and pieces are coming together.
I'm working on the novel obsessively, still. I have a rough draft manuscript of nine chapters, with four more in sketchy sketchy hopeful fill-in land. The problem I'm running into (well, one of many), is that with such an epic scope, that of thirteen years and five cities, it seems that there should be some sort of epic quality to the narrative beyond plink plonk ping pong here's my little life. I feel that in the last section, the Los Angeles section, I will have to veer far far from the truth of placid domesticity and concoct some sort of explosive climactic whatnot to finish it off with.