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To Boise, to WilsWorld, and to Present on Creative Nonfiction

I’ve been getting my sea-legs at my new job and staying very, very busy — blogging is just the tip of the iceberg. I got back from Norcross Friday night, and this morning, I’m off to Boise to talk about open source, and then to WilsWorld to just be there and I don’t know, let the goodness of open source ooze from my pores, and then back next Friday to scurry through piled-up work.

But before I forget, on Saturday, August 9 from 1-4 p.m. I’m leading a creative nonfiction workshop at Leon County Public Library, through the aegis of the Tallahassee Writers Association. Three hours is actually a fun length for a local “taste of CNF” workshop. I can read a little from my own work and the work of others, we can do a couple of fun exercises… we’ll have a good ol’ time.

I am going to brag more loudly next week, but The Best Creative Nonfiction Vol. 2 (Lee Gutkind, ed.) is due out July 28, and my essay, “Range of Desire,” is in it.

What really humbles me is the list of authors in this volume. They’re like, you know, real authors. I can’t wait to read their essays.

By the way, I don’t know if I’ve ever said this, but Michael, the editor at Nerve who worked on “Range of Desire,” was the perfect balance of good judgment and restraint. If I did say it, I’m saying it again. I like editors.

No, I haven’t bought a car. I have been Away. Carmax’s suggestions have not been right, and the local Honda guy has so far been mum. Still waiting for the gummint to issue me a car.

Now that I’m car-shopping I’m noticing that maybe it’s not such a terrible predicament to be in… my car leaks inside when it rains, it looks worn-out, and it is mildewy. I love my old Honda, but perhaps it is not so bad to be downgrading it to the Family Beater. A hard acknowledgment, like realizing a pet is getting old. (Or that we are getting old.)

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