Queer · and · Loathing · in · America

Last night when I got home from work, I started reading back through my blog and, much to my dismay, realized that probably about 90% of my entries going back to Hurricane Gustav were about politics--and even the ones that didn't start out that way were actually a bait-and-switch: let me talk about this movie I watched, and guess what? I am going to use the movie to illustrate a point about politics.

Oy.

It's not that I am burned out about the election. At this point, my thoughts and opinions are pretty clear, aren't going to change, and thinking about the election only makes my blood pressure soar. So, I am going to try to limit myself to only one post about it per week. This, after all, isn't the op-ed page of the New York Times.

Over this past week, I've been doing a lot of juggling with my writing. I am trying to finish two more proposals (one is non-fiction and memoiresque, eep) and putting the finishing touches on an anthology and a short story collection re-publication (which is only about a year overdue, ouch) while still trying to make it to the gym and the Melanoma Center to prepare for Gay Halloween and putting in forty hours a week for NO/AIDS as well as cleaning the house and so forth, and getting ready for the booksigning on Saturday. (I am not reading, by the way.) I am also trying to finalize a signing in Houston, and deciding whether or not Southern California is an option, as well as the Eastern seaboard, which I haven't done in years since that Unnamed Bookstore fucked me over so royally on the Refugee Author Tour (Strike Three!). But it would be nice to do something at Giovanni's Room (if for no other reason than to support Ed Hermance, the owner) and something in Boston--which I haven't done since Greg's First Book Tour.

Ah, money.

I am departing for a weekend at Casa Mysterioso later on today. I hope to get a lot done while I am there as I usually do.