Swamped
I haven’t disappeared; I’ve just been buried under a bunch of different deadlines. But check out my KUOW interview tomorrow (link in news/events, above). It’s the first interview I’ve done for a western media outlet, geared toward a largely non-Muslim audience, in which the focus is on my religion. (That was an awkward sentence, structurally speaking, but my brain is pretty fried.) I thought I’d be uncomfortable discussing personal spirituality on American radio, but the host of Sound Focus was very intelligent and hip and we had a fun conversation. Whew.
Around the internets: Eteraz is back from his contemplative hiatus, Baraka B talks about caucusing for Obama, Aziz of City of Brass is inspired by something I said in an email that was funnier than I thought, and the ever-scintillating Th.abe.t is blogging regularly again.
This year I was privileged enough to be one of about a dozen new writers nominated for the Sirenland Fellowship, the perk of which is a week-long master class at a gorgeous hotel on a Mediterranean hillside in Italy. I didn’t win (there goes my spring tan), but the guy who did, Said Sayrafiezadeh, is an amazingly talented NYC playwright, and his forthcoming book should be worth reading. It’s really cool to be at a point in my career where even losing sounds like bragging, nya ha ha.
Now, off to finish Issue Something of a Something DC miniseries, Issue Something Else of a Something Vertigo series, and Chapter 11 of Butterfly Mosque.
