Upcoming readings

On Nov. 21, I'll be in conversation with Barak Engel, author of Ascendance: The Crack in the Crystal, at A Great Good Place for Books in Montclair, Oakland: 7 p.m.

Then on Nov. 23, I'm reading at Jered's Pottery! Join us!

Oasis, "Don't Look Back in Anger"

 [Verse 1]

Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play?
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen
Slowly fade away

[Pre-Chorus]
So I start a revolution from my bed
'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

[Chorus]
And so, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walkin' on by
Her soul slides away
But "Don't look back in anger," I heard you say

[Verse 2]
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows
If it's night or day
Please don't put your life in the hands
Of a rock 'n' roll band
Who'll throw it all away

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed
'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, 'cause summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

[Chorus]
And so, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away
But "Don't look back in anger," I heard you say

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
So, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as we're walking on by
Her soul slides away
But "Don't look back in anger," I heard you say
So, Sally can wait
She knows it's too late as she's walking on by
My soul slides away
But "Don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger"
I heard you say

[Outro]
"At least not today"

Today's writing

I place the butter, milk, eggs, and potatoes in my refrigerator, which happens to be outside. Nothing here makes any sense, which means I'm the one who's nonsensical.

Who said she could come clean my apartment?

Writers Night Out

This Tuesday!

In the immortal words of Towlie ...

I am so high. I have no idea what is going on.

Marilyn's story

Marilyn Abildskov is a professor who became a friend. Check out her genius. 

New York

We're going in December, flying into my favorite city in the world (other than Toulouse, France) and making our way down to Charlotte to see my brother. I can't wait. Baz has only ever been to New York in utero. He'll love it.