mary guterson

Hey ya’ll. I’m writing you from my bed where i am about to crash. Just totally exhausted. For some stupid reason i suddenly awaken at 3 in the morning and then i have to do about twenty things before i can fall asleep again. Change pillows. Open a window. Pull off covers. Pull them back up. Get some water. Pee. Close the window. Snuggle up to Kenji. Shove him away. Blow nose. Put on eye cover thingy-ma-bobber. Go crazy with that stupid thing over my eyes. Move dog to Kenji’s side of the bed. Get more water………you get the point.

I just got back from a literary fundraising event that was sort of like going to a wedding. It was for Red Hen Press and there were a lot of people at the cocktail party last night and then even more people at the sit down luncheon today.  TC Boyle gave a reading and the poet Natasha Trethewey. And Ron Carlson read a story. Afterward, i practically threw myself at him and told him he’s my literary crush and then i pressed a copy of one of my books onto him. Poor guy. Fortunately, Kenji saved the day by stepping and making regular conversation with him for a moment, and then we left. If you don’t know Red Hen press, you should look it up. A small non-profit publisher of poetry and fiction. Great covers on all of their books, too.

My son just bought me a ticket to come visit him in Washington DC in JANUARY. If anyone has a warm coat, can i borrow it?

I think there was more to tell you but i’m about to conk out, so thank your lucky stars i’m too tired to write more drivel.