This is the first day after the AWP conference in Los Angeles. I don’t know what to think right now.
I may never know what to think.
But I’ll tell you this thing that happened:
On my way back from a chat with Francesca Lia Block, I shook hands with Malcolm Margolin while nearby Daniel Jose Older stood talking with Walter Mosley.
I was in a dreamscape. Famous writer Disneyland. A Pantheon of brilliant people just walking around with their heads on their necks like whatever. It kind of freaked me out.
That’s what I’m thinking about today.