February for real; finally rain-soaking every street, driveway, and potted plant. I'm feeling pretty stoked about the obvious and amazing success of my many rain-dances. There's a cavalry of forward-leaning cloud formations outside my office even now. I'm still thinking about Daniel Alarcon's reading at Los Altos High School where he read from Lost City Radio, mesmerizing us all with his brilliant rhythmic sonorous sensuous gritty beautiful heartbreaking prose. High and low language along with poetic license all woven together along with native intelligence and what I'm calling microwave wisdom. It is SO not conventional wisdom, and so we needed a new term, I do the honors of minting it, I do enjoy minting. Reading the book has given me a good look at the author's x-ray vision at work, his ability to see into characters and cities and jungles and outrage. Although, of course, he's way too young to have heard the term x-ray vision when it was sharp and new. Isn't he too young to know about half the stuff he writes about? To be able to understand people so fully, at depth? Or maybe not; in any case, he's on a trajectory available to only a very, very few authors. All this means I need to get back to my draft. Get ready for NaNoEdMo, National Novel Editing Month starting in March, which is exactly what all us NaNoWriMo winners need. Anyone who completed NaNoWriMo was urged to postpone the real world for 30 days to write, exploring an attractive, improbable dream. It was great. Now time to join NaNoEdMo to edit. I'm in, how about you?