I don't want to go in the cart...I feel happy!

It's been a few days since I've swung by here, and I feel awfully bad about that, but my personal life has veritably imploded over the last week.

However, staring at the writerblog reminds me to write, so it's important to check in if only to remind myself that I can always be doing more, even when the world feels like it's caving in on top of me. (Which, honestly, it does right now, and for good reason, but my personal life doesn't go in the writerblog so you'll just have to take my word for it.)

I do have some good news to report, though. On August 23rd, I'm going to be doing my first-ever reading at KGB. Also on the bill are Ned Vizzini, Christopher X. Brodeur, and Nick Antosca (who doesn't have a website, but I assure you, I've seen this kid read a few times and he's incredibly, sickeningly talented).

When I first started investigating literary-scene-type stuff here in the city, I put KGB on my list of eventual daydreams. I figured I'd get there someday, after I'd been published somewhere of consequence and had more or less arrived. But if it happens sooner than I thought, I'm perfectly okay with that! (I felt the same way about working for the company I'm in now, actually. It felt like a pipe dream until I got a job there less than a year and a half out of college. And I still love it!)

Honestly, I feel a little bit like I've somehow cheated the universe on this one. I would say that maybe I'm not giving myself enough credit by thinking so, except I'm nowhere near as prolific as someone who deserves this kind of opportunity should be.

Tomorrow night I intend to lock myself in my bedroom with the modem disconnected until I get some serious work done.