I've got the fam. I've got my books. After that it gets pretty thin. If you don't care about either, this page won't hold much interest.

Right now I'm doing a last-ish edit of Rhyme Scheme, my first full work of fiction. The rights to Ghetto Celebrity, my 2003 literary debut, have finally been wrested from its first publisher. Look for the paperback... I dunno, after something commercial happens around my name/work. There's a special work-for-hire project due out in September, through Ballantine. And I'm in the preliminary stages of planning the fourth and fifth books.

Other than alternately spacing out and staring furiously into a computer, I lead a life of some substance. That would be the fam. There's my sister's brood up in Sactown and those three seeds of mine in LA. I got a girlfriend, an ex-wife, a baby mamma. In a way, every single one of them is fam.

Beyond these things and a few close friends, there's little space in my brain, not to mention the schedule. Used to be that one regular exception to Books and Stuff was a little downtown speakeasy. Used to smoke weed or do whatever with a singular kind of LA chillness. But the energy feels different lately. I'm not so sure I wanna hang. If you know of a nice spot that might rouse me from my early bedtime...

Anyway, that's how I get down. Thanks for checking me out. See ya on the playa. (Maybe.)

dEA