I know, I know, I know. Nothing from me for a while. What can I say? I snapped. It was all too much. I dropped off the map. Maybe I'll talk about it eventually. Then again, maybe I won't.
But I am somewhat - SOMEWHAT - back in control. Now in Charlotte, NC, doing interviews, signings, libraries. Just had a fantastic radio interview at Gaston College - so great to be asked such interesting questions, and to be dimly lit and forthcoming (I'm sorry, but who is NOT going to be forthcoming with such a hugely phallic microphone in front of you?) in a cubbyhole of a college radio studio (TOTAL flashbacks to my days keeping punk DJ friends at Berkeley late-night company until the sun came up...).
One of the coolest things about all these interviews is that you learn so much about yourself and your writing. I talked for at least an hour with this Charlotte Observer reporter this week, and this is the interview that came out of it. Out of all the things I said to her, I would never have expected this distillation... but it's probably my favorite interview so far, for reasons I have not yet had enough time to define.
It is truly amazing what gets reflected back to you. Oh, and just wait till I tell you about Vicki.
Vicki the prom ghost. Talk about a flashback...