As you can see, the crowds really turned out for my Google talk.

Last night, my film/tv agent asked me what I’d learned from my book tour (for NORMAL, pictured above). All I could think of was the person who came up to me at the NYC stop and said that she was an Asian trans woman and thanked me for writing TREES. Which is a reminder that your work has personal consequence. But even mentioning that seems self-serving. Is self-serving. This is why writers get addicted to doing conventions. You start believing you’re something special and show up at every event where someone might say it to you again.

And then you’re spat out on to the street, suddenly completely alone, suddenly just another body in the world.

NORMAL went back for a second printing on Friday, I’m told. I’m guessing that six very special bookstores in America did that for me. Thank you.