Spring has taken its bloody time getting here--and now the leaves are nudging their way out of the branches with interminable slowness--but they're making headway, and soon the lilac tree in front of the house will bloom. There's very little to report, as I'm mostly addled with the sunshine, as are most Minnesotans this time of year. I've been hard at work on the novel, and am taking a break today to work on an essay for MinnesotaPlaylist.com, an excellent theater site where I am lucky enough to publish a piece now and then. A few new pieces out here and there lately and upcoming--when they go online, I'll post their whereabouts.

Life lately has been simple and slow. I feel a little like a caterpillar trying to kick and punch its way out of a cocoon. Winter can have that effect, and when it finally breaks it's a little disorienting. There's a huge amount of work to be done over the summer, and long bike rides to take, and some hikes planned, and many walks around the lakes, but most of all just sitting back and drinking in the long sunlit days.

I hope spring has arrived with its usual aplomb wherever you are, and I'll write a proper blog soon.

Note to Minnesota readers: I'm reading on May 14, 7pm, Barnes & Noble, Galleria, Edina. Can't wait to see you there!