Year of the Pandemic

Hello dear friends, as I write this it is snowing outside of my home here in El Paso, Texas. We’ve been quarantined for around eight months now, and so much of the world seems crazy. I have however managed to use much of this solitary time to write, and write a heaping bunch. I’ve also been reading a lot, finally putting a dent in that big pile of books that’s been staring at me for a year now. So many great books out there. A few I’ve recently been blown away by include “Grieving” by the genius Cristina Rivera-Garza, “The Lost Children Archives” by Valeria Luiselli, “Reborn: Journals & Notebooks” by Susan Sontag, “Just Us” by Claudia Rankine, “In the Mad House” by Nellie Bly, and a handful of others.

A couple of weeks ago I managed to put the finishing touches on a manuscript of poetry, and now I’m shopping that around. I’ve also put a nice dent in book two of “The Plane Crash Trilogy” and I’m really excited about the direction that’s taking. I aim to have that finished by summer of 2021, at which time I’ll begin shopping that around. I also recently finished recording the audio book for “All They Will Call You,” which will soon be made available with Recorded Book/ Tantor Media. This has been my output over this past year. Also excited to announce a collaboration I’ve struck up with the fine folks at Casa Werma in Patzcuaro, Michoacan, Mexico. We’ve come up with a series called, “Wind, Flag, Mind Moves: A Binational Contemplative Writers Series.” We kick off on November 6, with Juan Felipe Herrera. Check out the flyer below for details.

When it’s been almost impossible to go outward I’ve managed to somehow turn inward, and my creative output has been nonstop. I’m grateful for this. I’m grateful for so much right now. My kids and I are healthy, and life here in El Paso is sometimes hard, especially under the cloud of this pandemic, but we practice on finding the blessing in it, don’t we? That’s the work, I hear. Take care of yourselves and each other. Blessings.