Back-Burning. Alternate Title: Throw me a punch.

Hey, sportsfans.

I know, it's been a while. It's amazing how fast a month can rush past you when your life is filled with essay writing and drama, isn't it? Well, as an update, it turns out that no circus, big or small, is without drama and confusion, and all writing consumes your life, no matter what you're doing it before. As a side note, if you ever want to talk about Victor Hugo, quiz me on uses of the subjunctive in Spanish, chat about pre-1958 revolution Iraq, discuss comic books (especially X-Men Noir), see the Vagina Monologues, or just generally be crazy academic, I'm your lady.

Or, if you're looking for someone to abuse a little, I can be your punching bag, too. After getting a little criticism for a recent attempted journalistic project, followed by a fair amount of criticism from the first few people featured in the book to check out Ekhaya, followed by a third rejection by a literary agent, I am all over it. Turns out, it's all well and good taking criticism, until it's from the people who you know and care about. Throw a punch at me, I dare you.

Also, I'm reading an absolutely dreadful book right now. The kind of book that makes you wonder whose bright idea it was to invent the English language, I mean, really. And it's totally depressing, because somehow, somehow, crap like that gets published... but anyway...

So, Ekhaya has taken the back burner as a pursue other worthy projects (ie, academic excellence, forays into romance and idealism, and uninhibited protest of the 2010 Olympic Games in Vancouver)... but if you're one of the people who have said to me over the past few weeks, HOW'S THE BOOK GOING?!... well, find out for yourself. That's all I'm saying.

Sample chapters of Ekhaya are now available for purchase, with a small donation, part of which goes to help people in need. Check out the previous entry for details.

Over and out, Sportsfans. See you on the flip side.