My Own Private Yaddo-ho
my month in the desert is coming to an end. (sigh, choke-in-the-throat, sniffle) but seriously, it's been perfect for finishing the new novel, which, i'm excited to announce: is now complete! (raise the roof people. raise it.) if you liked behind everyman, you'll hate the new one. (kidding!) honestly though, where BE was a quick read, the pervert, the hypochondriac, and the feminist isn't. where BE was character driven (for the most part), PHF isn't. where BE had a pretty simple, linear plot, PHF is all over the goddamn place. where BE had one protagonist, PHF has three. where BE took seven weeks to write, PHF took well over a year.
and it took going to arizona, renting a six-room condo, and spreading the chapters out in every room (well, okay, not the bathrooms) so i could keep track of the intricate plot-lines, to finish it. really, other than a trip to frank lloyd wright's taliesin project/community/600-acre-experiment where they're now replacing the redwood with steel (!), i did nothing but write, rewrite, edit and rewrite some more.
for the uncommonly curious or emphatically bored, here's a page of photos documenting the above.
now it's back to BE. and back to reality. for those in new york, on may 26th i'll be reading at book court in brooklyn (for some reason, the only link i could find was in japanese. sorry). joining me will be the terrifically talented, mr. ethan lipton. so come on down at 7 p.m.