In bed with the wife, working hard.
The best bagel place in the neighborhood recently delivered this:
Yes. It’s a bag of coffee–two hot hazelnut coffees-black-for the wife and two iced-coffees for me.
She has two complete manuscripts to edit this weekend and I am doing everything I can to help make that happen. (NOTE: the wife has her year review in a few weeks. Fingers crossed for a promotion and an office. I am tired of going to visit her in her fancy building at Rock Center and having to sit in a cubicle. Daddy wants to see his wife in an office!)
One cat, Bailey, is in bed too, sleeping next to one of the most amazing books I have read of late.
Now, I am the first to admit to being an elitist when it comes to literature. Not that I discredit YA, just more that I have never given it a shot. But since I have been writing a YA narrator of late in my novel, I decided to put all sad and silly preconceived notions aside and allow the wife to select some reading for me from her YA library, all of which has been terrific reads. (My fav has been John Green‘s LOOKING FOR ALASKA.) But last night I was standing at her bookshelf of YA and pulled PRIVATE by Kate Brian off the shelf.
I can’t even really say what the book’s about other than: sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll, bitch. Holy crap, it’s amazing. The writing is terrific. The characters deliciously nasty. It’s everything you could ever ask for in a novel. I’ll write more about the series the more I get in to it, but I have been all up on my mountain reading “literature” for so long that setting it all aside, I see now that this other shit is just as dope.
Some of it better than some adult authors. But I won’t call anyone out. If you see me, ask me and I will keep it real.
And as I barrel toward the end of writing my first novel, a second is dancing off in the wings. The narrator seems to want to be a YA narrator too. All of this reading and writing and pondering on the teen mentality, mining my experiences, and here I am writing novels that are very different in voice from my short fiction. If I think back on some of my favorite books, too, I can see that if published today would most likely be in the YA section. We’ll see what happens, but it looks almost definite.
As if riding this energy weren’t enough, I received word last week that the first chapter of my novel ALPHA HOUSE will be published in Hunger Mountain. I couldn’t be more excited about this and will, again, write more on this the more I hear about things like publication date and the edit letter which is coming on Monday.
Also and finally, on this not-so-lazy Saturday morning, I am listening to the new Cracker album “Sunrise in the Land of Milk and Honey.”
The boys are back with tight tracks and nasty little hooks. Terrific lyrics full of irony and self-flagellation. Adam Duritz of Counting Crows fame and Patterson Hood from the Drive-By Truckers sing on some tracks. Ten times the album of Kerosene Hat, back to the days of Camper Van Betthoven.
Working on: rewriting my review for The Chapbook Review. Rewriting Chapter Eight of ALPHA HOUSE. Relistening to the new Cracker. And looking forward to Monday to see if Thumbsucker is back on the couch in Paragraph.
Keep on, motherfuckers.