I picked up a copy of Willamette Week at a taco shop in Portland and what was my first thought when I saw Willy Vlautin on the cover? Was it way to go, Willy! Nope. Was it can’t wait to read your new book! Or Yay for the Willamette Week for promoting writing! No, no, no. I thought, I want to be on the cover of Willamette Week. I want the excerpt of my new novel in Willamette Week. I want it to be me. Wah, wah wah. Like a little baby. I hate this about myself.