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So I’ve Been Quiet.

I know. I haven’t been writing, really. That’s the sad thing. School takes it outta me. All the reading I do to “learn” from, instead of to learn from, and I have been having to crank out poems nearly every week, which is where most of my creativity has been going.

There is one thing worth mentioning, though: Things are looking rather up.

I also managed to get Always Happy to Serve You published in the Edgewood Review, much as I did A Dark and Stormy Night last year. I think last year’s was the better story, but apparently this year’s contributions sucked or the editors liked my story more than I thought. In either case, I am honored. I’ll have to get a pic of me holding it or sommat.

That’s all for now. More writing to come once I’m out of school. I wanna do a thorough rework of Everybody Knows Everybody Here to make it into an actual story and not a treatment of one, and I have plenty of unfinished things to either finish or prolong Inuyasha style. We’ll see.

Either Cowardly or Polite, I Can’t Tell

I’m active once again this year on the Edgewood Review Editorial Board, the group of people that read things submitted for the literary magazine and critique them. I like this job, but when I’m also submitting pieces for consideration, it can gum up the works.

Today was the day we reviewed my story, which was distributed without a name at the top. One of the participants in the meeting said as an aside before the meeting began that she hated the story. However, once it came to light that I had written it, she didn’t say anything of the sort. I hate when this happens. I’m a grownup, I can handle criticism. Never mind the fact that I have my own misgivings about the story that I submitted, Always Happy to Serve You. After all, while I do feel it’s one of my funnier pieces, I know that it’s not about anything significant other than itself, and that I don’t go into much depth with the characters, et cetera. I’m okay with this, though, because I can still take solace in the fact that I’ve written something entertaining. The great literature part can come later.

So. Well-read people don’t like my stuff. On the other hand, some of the other well-read people in the room seemed to, the editor going so far as to call it “an example of good writing,” which is really all the praise I can hope for. What I take solace in, though, is that the people that aren’t English majors that read my things tend to really enjoy them, or at least do a convincing job of lying about it. I value accessibility and try not to be elitist about my literature choice, so I’m gonna mark that one down in the plus column.

On the other hand, now I really wanna rewrite Golden into the real world and submit that. Goddamn that one’s good.

Homework

The submissions for the Edgewood Review, my college’s little annual literary collection, are due soon, so I’ve spent some of my time this morning working on shaping up stories. The tentative plan is to submit The King of Pecatonica County and Always Happy to Serve You. I don’t have anything as good as my submission last year, but it’s worth a shot. The group saw the first story last year – I submitted it after it got a good reception in my class workshop, and it was tentatively accepted until I submitted something much better. However, last year the magazine’s editor was also a fan of my work, and she graduated, so it’s more of an uphill struggle. We’ll see how it goes.

In any case, while editing, I mentioned to Courtney that I’m not very good at physical descriptions. She agreed, and pointed out that the one’s I’d put in were long after we met the respective characters, and stated that I should practice my descriptions by doing them of real-life people. I like this idea. So, without further ado, I present Wilson-style descriptions of my friends and myself. Guys, don’t take it personally.

Isaac

Isaac is a thin, nearly gangly individual of average height. His most notable features are his typical look of slight confusion, his beard, which splotches up like an invasive weed despite any grooming efforts, and his hairline, which long ago abandoned his forehead and now loses ground on his scalp with every passing year. He smells of motor oil and baby.

Ben

Ben is a gentle giant, a tall, quiet fellow with dark brown hair and a smile that can make him look a bit dopier than he really is. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that Isaac’s missing hair had simply migrated, colonizing Ben’s upper back and neck. Despite his height, he’s rather nonthreatening, especially since his normal stance is sitting, slightly hunched, staring intently at a computer screen.

Courtney

Whereas Ben’s smile is dopey, Courtney’s always looks loaded; There’s mischief or planning behind it. Her hair, which is currently a rusty brown, changes colors with her whim, probably more often than is healthy, though each change is agonized over. Her other most notable feature is her chest, which somehow sticks out farther than her nose, and which she tends to show off a bit, much to her boyfriend’s dismay – those are his, after all.

Taylor

Taylor is a lumpy little fellow pushing a B cup with his moobs. His hair is perpetually greasy, which doesn’t even help to add a gloss to the dull brown. He typically has a look of boredom or disinterest, unless he is actually interested in something, in which case his eyes bug out and he stares way too intently and gets way too close to the person in question. He is almost always in a Hawaiian shirt and cargo khakis, even in summer, which makes him sweat, which makes him seem even greasier. His glasses are usually dirty and slightly crooked.

So there you have it. Now I wait for Isaac and Ben to kill me.

Doing Well Despite My Best Efforts

Well, I have to remember to change my About page, because I can’t honestly say I’ll never make money from writing now.

I managed to somehow win the Edgewood College Writing Contest this year with A Dark and Stormy Night, and that came with a $100 prize. Which is hot. That same story is also in the Edgewood Review this year, the college’s yearly magazine of art, poetry, and fiction. I consider that extremely well done for a story that I wrote in about three hours immediately before the class period in which it was due.

Enough about me.

Writing’s come slowly of late, but the bug to do more has definitely surfaced, and some of my more stressful responsibilities have been dealt with, so hopefully I now have a chance to breathe. I had a great idea the other day, but then forgot it, which is always fun. The urge to write more slapstick like Varendil Goes to Scourgeholme is strong, but there’s also the super srs Varendil story floating around the back of my mind. Wilson may be on hold until I get a chance to go back to Monroe. Something darker there might be fun. I touch on darkness there in YGTFIJF and while it seemed odd at first, I feel like that story’s a very legitimate Wilson one and the darkness fits in an odd way. If there’s anything M*A*S*H proved, it’s that humor and sadness aren’t just not mutually exclusive, they’re practically the flip sides of the same coin.


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