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Also, if you look to the right of this lovely blog-page, you can see that I'm traveling lots this October-November for readings for Green Girl. I will be out West! Out East! For a time in the Midwest! And then hopefully South/Southwest/Southeast in the springish time. Book your calendars!
Also: I am fact-checking Heroines this week, and editing and copy-editing Heroines this week, and now John's involved, every day and together every night for hours and hours poring over the book, tweezing and picking away, and it's making me feel full and nauseous and depleted and shaky. It's almost done. At least this stage in the process, hopefully, hopefully, hopefully. Lately I have been thinking about the essay book I want to write next about sex& messy girl-feminists & Gone with the Wind & the Duke Fuck List & Acker & Jelinek and Sasha Grey on Entourage & vampire YA novels & the Brontes & Bataille and Colette Peignot and in which I will talk about what I really think about this new ubiquitous Nicholson Baker kitschy-sex book and the reviews surrounding it and I will call it SLAPPING CLARK GABLE which was the name of an essay I once wrote but this would be a different style and motion but seriously seriously friends if I say in the next two years I'm going to write another essay book you need to seriously commit me. Or, okay, one year. Six months. That reminds me of the beginning of Dodie Bellamy's Barf Manifesto, when she tells herself how she told herself No More Essays. Perhaps it is a compulsion, this essay writing, even when we all do it here, in this more informal casual space.
This is the hardest thing I have ever written. Hopefully it has borne fruitfulness. No, not this blog post. Obviously I've spent no time on this blog post and boy you can tell.