Day 8

Another late night and spirit-rich day. Rather than attempt a story-blog, I’ll post here one of my advisors signed in his novel to me today…his sweet and humorous way for thanking me (and fellow pranksters) for the jokes we’ve played on him the past five residencies, and all the long talks we’ve had nights after the readings.

“For Katey: Good god and wtf? What will I ever do without you here? From the banjo to the mason jar [of moonshine], to sipping wine with [other famous author], you’ve given us all so much. Thanks for the wtf? shirts, the lifeguard vortex, all of it, but especially your emails, from the first frantic rush to the wise, self-deprecating typings of a vet. Keep them coming.”