Are you someone who tends to disappear when you’re deep into a writing project?

I definitely hole up in what’s known as my writer’s cave. And, for what feels like an eternity, that’s where I’ve been, immersed in the world of my latest novel.

It’s taken longer than I thought to wrangle this new book into shape. (Progress update coming soon!) But now I’m stepping out of my cave on wobbly legs, blinking against the bright daylight.

First stop: Vietnam. Mr. H and I took both kids and their partners to visit family there.

I felt slapped awake by the change in weather. And the wild art of safely crossing the street forced me out of my head and into my body.

I’ve pasted some photos here of Sa Pa (slippery rice terraces, a water buffalo, a woman with blue hands who braided stalks of hemp as she walked, and occasionally stopped to pull me from the mud), …

Ha Noi (Hang Bac Street and squid on a stick), …

and Ho Chi Minh City (post office, jeans factory, my favorite lamppost at the Buu Long Pagoda, and the much-visited noodle cart outside my brother-in-law’s apartment).

Back in New York, it’s soccer season. We hit every NYCFC home game. I love Los Templados, with their constant drumming and singing. It’s so different from the cave’s quiet, where victories and defeats happen alone. At the stadium, we’re in it together—crying out in suspense, frustration, and ecstasy.

Today’s cold and rainy, but I’m seeing purple crocuses all over the place and birds gathering at the feeder. My dogs are going wild with the smell of spring, and I’m glad to be out of the cave!

Before I go, I want to invite you to my reading on Tuesday, March 26, 7pm at Joe’s Pub in NYC. It’s been a long while since I’ve read my work in public, and I’m excited to be a part of Generation Women’s upcoming show! The theme: “It’s a Living: Stories about Work.” Here’s a link to tickets for the live show. (Hurry, it’s almost sold out!) There will also be a livestream! I’m a little nervous about standing before an audience again. But this is why we write, isn’t it? Not to be alone with our stories in a cave, but to use them to connect, to be part of something bigger.

As always, I’ll end by sharing the books I’ve read since my last post:

Ed Yong, An Immense World
Adrian Tchaikovsky, Children of Time
Roxana Robinson, Leaving
Claudia Rankine, Plot
Ben Okri, Astonishing the Gods
A.K. Small, If I Promise You Wings
Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You?
Pedro Lemebel (translated by Katherine Silver), My Tender Matador
Jim Daniels, Comment Card
Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Tracy K. Smith, To Free the Captives
Kwame Alexander, This is the Honey: An Anthology of Contemporary Black Poets
Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck
Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake
Trevor Noah, Born a Crime
Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Samantha Irby, We Are Never Meeting in Real Life
Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
Claudia Rankine, The End of the Alphabet

And a few re-reads (usually this means I’m studying something—POV, pace, transitions):

Christina Baker Kline, Orphan Train
Earnest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
C. S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Let’s hang out soon. Whether I see you at Joe’s Pub or here in the comments section, I’d love a story about your writer’s cave and how you navigate the world outside it.