1. Junot Díaz, whose writing I like more than almost anybody. Every time he curses, my heart melts a little.
2. Nathan Englander, who is so nice and smart and his short stories are amazing. I haven’t read his novel yet. He once poured me a lot of vodka at a party, a tumbler full of vodka. It was one of the New Yorkiest days of my life. There were a lot of grown-ups that were very hip, and I sorta blew the whole thing. I just thought he was some guy so I asked annoying questions like, “So, what do you do? Oh, you’re a writer? Are you, like, a real writer? Like, have you been published in The New Yorker?” I did this because I’m a skeptic and an ass, plus I blame the vodka tumbler. Sorry, Nathan Englander.
3. NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna maybe do a “collection of short stories” this time, because it’s my first time, and that’s gentler. And I have ADD, clearly. I’m also writing it up for LAist, but not sure how yet… I better figure that out.
4. Tomorrow I’m interviewing Homa Sarshar for Pars Arts. She is an amazing, really hard-working journalist, and an Iranian trailblazer, and I can’t wait to talk to her. I am obsessed with interviews - not just conducting them, but all the stuff that goes into them, and comes out of them - and she’s kind of the queen of interviews. So meta of me, I know.
5. I promise to write here more. I promise to write more here. You know.
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