the last night of class

last night was the last night of my writing class for this term. it went fabulously with the class spending copious amounts of time workshopping my story “Coat of Barbed Wire.”

the best compliment was from Sweet Rob (the replacements/westerberg loving instructor i’ve had a crush on for about forever): “the second to last line in this story is the BEST second to last line in all the stories we’ve read this class.”

yeah, i think i turned 554 shade of red. i mean really considering that we were reading Tobias Wolff, Kevin Brockmeier, Carol Bly, David Gates, etc., etc.

anyway, before class ended we were talking about publishing and getting published and i asked him how he chooses where to send stuff. his advice was to get books like the Greatest American or O. Henry and find your writing people. once you find your writing people, the ones who write sort of like you do, dive into the index in the back of these books and send your stuff to the places your writing people were published.

i nagged him in class to help me figure out who my writing people were. because, really, i hadn’t a fucking clue who my writing people would be. he, of course, refused to tell us who our writing people were. but later that night when were celebrating the end of class at grumpy’s (and after he played the ‘mats version of “cruella deville” on the jukebox) he leaned over and said, “if i had to guess, i’d say your writing people are you know, umm, Tobias Wolff, Raymond Carver, Charles D’Ambrosio, maybe even Flannery O’Conner. Definitely Ethan Cannin.”

yeah, i know!

then i grabbed his junk and tongue kissed him.

or not, because you know, his FGF was there. but still, wow.

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  1. Wendy 05.Aug.04 at 6:53 pm

    There are times when I think you couldn’t possibly be any cooler, and then you say shit like “then i grabbed his junk and tongue kissed him”, which totally bumps you up about eleventy billion cool points.

    Grabbed his junk. That’s awesome. Even if you didn’t do it.

  2. jodi 05.Aug.04 at 6:55 pm

    i must admit, that while having pondered such action before, i’m not much of an uninvited junk toucher. i only touch junk when i know that touch will be more than welcome by the owner of the junk in question.

  3. Wendy 05.Aug.04 at 7:24 pm

    Sometimes talking about it is more fun.

    Kind of like me and my obsession with beating people in elevators. I’d never actually do it, but it’s fun to talk about… kind of.

  4. UH 05.Aug.04 at 9:13 pm

    So, what is the second-to-last line?

  5. jodi 05.Aug.04 at 9:18 pm

    “She was still chewing when she saw the uniformed security guard, and she wondered if maybe he had arrived in a little golf cart with a light on the top of it.”

    i’m not so sure how great it is out of context.

  6. Thomas 06.Aug.04 at 7:34 am

    Go get published already. Make a bazillion dollars, but not before signing a few of your first edition books for your fans. If you’re going to be the next big thing in literature, I want to make some phat ebay cash, baby!

    Seriously though, my faith and support are SO completely vindicated. You are the girl we all should have fallen in love with in high school, and you’re just the kind of girl who will continue to remind us of that fact.

  7. FFJ 06.Aug.04 at 9:37 am

    just for the record, it was *i* who played you “cruella deville”, not sweet rob. but i don’t want to burst your bubble. he’s not *that* cool…. =)

  8. jodi 06.Aug.04 at 10:15 am

    and this is clearly why i LOVE you best.


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