Well, well, well, she’s got another book coming out.

It’s true. In the spring of 2023, while I was so unemployed I once cried on the floor when a flurry of job rejections hit my inbox all at once as I was watering plants, I started writing a novelette about grief and friendship.
I worked on Shouldn’t We Dance? every single day between early spring 2023 and mid-summer 2024. It was 40,000 words. It was 30,000 words. It was at one point two separate documents at 25,000 words each. But I arrived, finally, at the iteration the lovely editor at Stanchion Books fell in love with by November of 2024.
I started the book on a typewriter in my garden. I’m writing this dispatch on the desk wherein I keep all my typewriter scraps. The typewriter itself is at my feet. I have no photos from that first day, because I felt so much shame about being unemployed for any modicum of time, but I can picture it well. I had an Italian soda. I had my machine. And I texted my wife, “maybe this is what I need to feel better.” It was.

As with everything I write, I am so proud to have written it. And as with everything I publish, I am so excited to share a little piece of my frizzling mind with my readerbase.
You can pre-order Shouldn’t We Dance? right now. If you do, you’re my favorite person. You’re funding Khan’s treat stash—we love when Khan gets a little treat—and also supporting a Philly small press that is keeping writing alive basically single-handedly. What more could you want to do with your dollar?
Until next time.
let's goooo