Interesting: Nick Hornby's blog on the bestsellers in America, and how disparate they are. I'm curious as to your opinions.
As for updates on me...
1) I spent the holiday in Cincy, trying to work on my apps. None too successful. But the Cowboys won. Btw, I am incredibly upset at the Eagles' questionable play call in their second to last drive - they would have beat the Pats, I'm sure!! So mad.
2) Started Tree of Smoke. Someone is a little sad I didn't love it as much as he did. I do like it a lot, but some parts lost me. And I still like Junot Diaz's book better. I have more to say a little later about it. I'm 250 pages in.
3) I'm a teensy weensy bit tipsy, so I'm just going to reaffirm - I want to be a writer. I really do. I will do whatever the fuck it takes to make it. I swear. You need me to network? I'm good at that shit. You need me to read? I'll do it. Tell me what to do in order to make it... I want to be a writer because it's the only thing that ever felt real and wonderful to me. I had this terrible meeting at work today, and it just reaffirmed it for me. I want to be a writer. I really do. I won't sell my soul for it, but that's because I believe it takes soul. What do I have to do?
I'm a little bit sad that I'm not going to make my 50 book mark this year. Le sigh.
I missed all of you.
Okay. Good night.