Alright. Last month's update was lazy.
The update before that was probably lazy, and the writing I've been doing recently? If we're being honest? A bit lazy.
I'm not saying my Glory Days are behind me. 1) I'm still excited for this YA project, which is not called My Brother is Not a Turtle. 2) The Visibility Trick (and the Mr. Doberman Universe, in general) has been received well by my friends and relations who haven't been LAZY, and have decided to actually read it.* 3) 101 Ways to Love Yourself Badly: Poems About Narcissism is a stupid pet project that might just be amazing and brilliant. 4) And so on. But the writing I started in college was ... different. I was more immersed. It was written first longhand, with fancy pens. It was heavier, and meant more. So, well. Yeah? Maybe my Glory Days are behind me.
I AM THE SHERIFF is the novel I asked the library to shelve. That is the story the tone and tenor of which match By Thirds: the short story that won the Arthur Lynn Andrew Prize at Cornell University, and which I am still flirting with ways to present to you. So today, right now, my message is this: don't be lazy. Circle back. Pick up I AM THE SHERIFF if you haven't already. That is my best work, and you ought not be deprived of it.
Have a poem for your troubles:
I AM THE SHERIFF
Less massive than a loaf of bread,
And duller than a knife...
You might be tempted to believe
This book won't change your life.
But stranger, it will cut you deep
However strong you were.
Whatever weight you used to life,
This book is heavier.
And it will not let up until
You puddle on the floor.
Whereupon it will sit with you...
But leave you wanting more.
*It's the footnotes that throw some folks. To which I say: tough.