Posting a bit late today, as I’ve been jumping time zones and sleeping less than is technically advisable. I just got back from New York, where I participated in the Esquire/Aspen Writers’ Foundation Short Short Fiction Throwdown (yes, that’s right a throwdown), and a workshop with Colum McCann.
It was surreal – mostly because it all happened so quickly. But everyone involved was entirely delightful, and the view from the Esquire Penthouse was quite as good as promised. And now I’m back home, tired and happy, and more convinced than ever that there is a version of me out there in the universe made out of ice cream. Why not? This life exists, and it’s wonderful and weird enough on its own.