EXCITING UNNAMED PROJECT is coming along nicely, and my progress has been only slightly hampered by the fact that I have a reading this Wednesday, and I sort of need to write something. Something for me to read. Otherwise I'll just stand there, drooling quietly down my shirt. Maybe the audience will think I'm doing some sort of performance art? It'll be on the Lower East Side, after all. I'm sure people get paid for that kind of behavior, down there.
(If you're in New York, come to the Lolita Bar Wednesday night, at 7 p.m., to see me read with Benjamin Wallace, esteemed journalist, New York Times bestselling author, and person who probably has already written the thing he's going to read.)
In other news, A friend of mine has started a blog that I'm kind of in love with. It's called The Diamond in the Window, and it focuses on children's books. She has two girls who read constantly, and she clearly loves books as much as they do.
If you're looking for book recommendations for your kids, she's got some awfully specific ones: "The Perfect Book for when you're in third grade and your best friend starts developing breasts." "The Perfect Book for when your six-year-old nephew is visiting, and his mom is going out to dinner with you, and he just needs the comfort that only a book about smashed-up cars will offer." She also touches on the unique joys and challenges of raising girls. (One word: princesses.) Her writing is lyrical and funny and her blog reads like a sprawling love poem to children's literature. Go see.