March is over. They say the month is supposed to come in like a wintery lion and go out like a lamb frolicking in sunshine. This particular month slunk away in a trail of dirty slush like a mutant lion-lamb hybrid. But I got a book published in March, so for me the month was glorious.
Wild Rumpus made me a great big mask.
Louise Erdrich joined me at Birchbark and gave me a hat.
It was a very good month. The frozen resentment of mutant lion-lambs can’t possibly compete with such celebrations and hospitality.
I leave you with links to three articles:
The Route 19 Writers blogged about favorite passages from Goblin Secrets and offer insights into why those particular bits of the book worked for them.
Amy Goetzman wrote about me and unsettling stories for MinnPost.
And that’s all for now.