Happy birthday to the whole fucking world! I spent most of the summer in the Huerfano Valley of Southern Colorado. I was holed up in an army tent, on an eighty-acre piece of land a couple of friends live on, just at the edge of the BLM land and the Wet Mountains. No internet, no telephone, just sun and rain and dogs and rocks and dirt and stuff.
My friend has a solar generator at his cabin, so assuming it was a sunny day, I could walk down and get a little juice for my laptop in the morning, then spend the afternoon writing at a wooden desk he'd built int he woods, under some the shade of trees. I got a good bit of reading and writing done.
Now, at the beginning of 5774, I'm back in New York City for the school year. I am teaching a bunch of writing classes at colleges in Harlem and The South Bronx.
I am also putting the finishing touches on forthcoming nonfiction project I am mad excited about. I'm going to hold back on releasing all the details for now, but it involves my favorite New York punk band of all time, Reagan Youth.
In the meantime, I had a little crime piece up on the Akashic Press site over the summer. Keeping it gangster.
A section from the comic project that Alyssa Berg and I have been slowing working on is featured on The Rumpus this week.
By the way, if anyone stumbled upon this site after reading something of mine online, and wanted to buy a copy of my first novel, you get one directly from me. Copies are starting to run low, and there won't be any more printed (the press folded), but I still have a bunch on hand. Send me an email at benjam.nadler at gmail.com, and we'll figure out how you can send me ten bucks, and I can send you a book. I can even sign if you want.