Sick of me Yet?

I'm interviewed today at Fictionaut by Meg Pokrass. Thank you, Meg.

Yes, as a girl, I struggled with learning differences. As an adult, the dyslexia is less an issue, but remains in my memory, in my limbs. In a dance or cardio class, I'm a speeding car without a driver. I don't know right from left. I can't follow rapid-fire instructions. I can, however, laugh at myself in these frantic, sweaty situations and you can be assured such humiliations keep me humble.

Yesterday, I ordered Meg's debut story collection, DAMN SURE RIGHT. Order your copy in the next five days and Press 53 will send a second book to a U.S. soldier serving overseas: Buy One, Give One. Go on. Go on.

Today I took some time out from crazy, exhausting and less-shameless self-promotion and read two works by Brad Green. Non-fiction and Fiction. I'm so glad I did. Brad writes beautifully, with care and caring, and I love his fresh, evocative language, his tenderness.

It's no secret I'm a Roxane Gay groupie. So speaking of excellent work I read recently, check out Roxane's essay on inequalities in publishing here and her ever-fine follow-up here. Thank you for raising your voice, Roxane, for the power and reach of your words.

Until my next blast of me, me, me and my baby book, As you were.