I'm embarrassed to say that, despite my relative silence here the last few weeks, I don't have much to show for it elsewhere. Partly it's because I was in Vermont last weekend, planning my wedding. Partly it's because one of the few other things I have been working on lately is for a print magazine with a long lead time. But mostly it's because, after another brush-off from an agent, of the my-god-but-aren't-you-a-gifted-writer-we-would-love-to-work-with-you-unfortunately-this-book-is-too-hard-to-sell-as-a-first-book-do-you-have-any-others variety, I have been working on a new book. Sigh.
(N.B.1. It was very nice to hear so much praise from an agent, mind you, and even nicer of him to take the time to brush me off in person. I'm just frustrated with the realities of the literary fiction marketplace.)
(N.B.2. Satirists, when I eventually do become a famous writer and you want to publish a witty take-off of my written style, you should make sure to include at least seven "Partly it's because...And partly it's because...But mostly it's because..." constructions. It's becoming a really bad habit.)
Anyway, I do have one lowly link to my own work to share with you today: my latest Blurbese post over at Ploughshares. It's about the word "funny," which I guess was bound to happen eventually.
You should also go read my beautiful, wonderful, fabulously talented pundigrion fiancée's brand new blog, From Y to A, because she has been working very hard on it and it's getting a lot of positive response, and you want to be able to tell people you were reading it before it was famous.
More next week.