Here’s video of The Stranger’s literary editor Paul Constant giving me a Stranger Genius statuette at the Moore Theater in downtown Seattle the other night:
and since I’m guessing it was recorded on a phone, here’s (I think) what I said:
“Okay, I’m going to be totally uncool, because that’s what happens when you invite a hermit to what looks like being the best party of the year. That’s what writers are when they’re in the middle of a book, hermits, so I’ve been spending my days shut up at home, wrestling with this one like crazy. I mean, I know it seems like I should have figured out how to write a book by now, but it still feels like I’ve never done it before. So once again I’m sitting there, wondering why I do this weird, lonely, difficult thing called writing, full of doubt and hesitation, and then The Stranger turns up at my door with this gorgeously disgusting sheet cake, and a check, and the biggest gift of all, which is renewed faith in what I do. Thank you.”
And wow, I was right: The Stranger knows how to throw a party!