Confessions of a Bad Blogger

I am a bad blogger. It's not that I have had nothing to say to the world, it's just that every moment I have had to write I've tried to dedicate to the completion of my current novel. I've been teaching this summer, and the experience has been so intense that in some ways the regular school year seems like a vacation in comparison. The workshop at the Hurston/Wright Writer's Week was exceptional, largely because of all of the students who attended, as well as for the opportunity to hang out with my boys Chris Abani and A. Van Jordan. One week into the Callaloo Writers' Workshop, I'm similarly impressed with the submissions. I get the feeling that I'm witnessing the future of African Diasporan Literature, in its basest form. In College Station Texas, I'm teaching along with talents such as Tracy K. Smith, Terrence Hayes, and Tayari Jones, the latter of which is a very good blogger and you can read some of her takes on events here (including a rather surreal encounter with rural Texas public radio).

The four of us will be reading in Houston at the Ensemble Theater this Thursday, August 16th. I'm looking forward to it: it feels like it's going to be my first home game for my new team.