1. The lovely folks at The Villager published an excerpt from The Revolution of Every Day in their recent “V Lit” section. You can read it here.

2. The Tin House Writer’s Workshop brought many wonderful authors to town, which meant many must-see readings, which meant I wasn’t home at night all that much in the past two weeks. Billy picked up the kid-related slack and was generally accommodating and wonderful as I traipsed around town like someone with actual freedom of movement. (I didn’t exactly remember how to do that, but I think I faked it pretty well.) Related to the workshop, I heard a lecture by Karen Russell, and went to readings by Tin House family members (labelmates!) Jodi Angel and Matthew Specktor, and a reading by workshop faculty Brandon Shimoda, Dorothea Lasky, and Maggie Nelson. (Maggie Nelson!) Unrelated to the workshop, I went to readings by the Other Kari Luna (yes. Another novelist Kari Luna, who lives here in Portland. Luckily we adore each other.) and my friend Susan Choi.

I’m reading Jodi’s You Only Get Letters from Jail (how great is that title?!) right now and you MUST read it. It is SO very good. Next on the pile, Matthew’s American Dream Machine, Susan’s My Education and Kari’s The Theory of Everything.

Related: I need to figure out a way to read in my sleep. Or give up sleep entirely.

3. I’ve accepted the position of Fiction Editor of Stealing Time Magazine. (Because I had too much free time.) It’s been a blast so far, and an honor. Sending my first acceptances to writers feels even better than I expected. It was one author’s first acceptance anywhere, so that was extra great.

4. I’m on a Kevin Sampsell binge. Just finished A Common Pornography (speaking of great titles) and moved on to Creamy Bullets. (He’s a friend and a Tin House labelmate. Check him out. I loved his memoir and I NEVER love memoir.)

5. It isn’t inaccurate to refer to fellow Tin House authors as labelmates. Check it out! We’re the Sub Pop of literature! (I claimed Mudhoney. Alexis Smith claimed Fleet Foxes. We agreed that Matthew Specktor is probably our Nirvana, but with a happier ending.)