Every time I take a Loft class that isn’t taught by Dale or Vodo I worry. I like Dale and Vodo. I know what to expect from their classes. Even if the class is full of big, dull duds, I can count on Dale and Vodo to be funny and make the two hours worth my time.
But this summer neither Dale or Vodo are teaching, so I had to take my chances. I hemmed and hawed for a long time debating between an Intermediate Fiction Workshop on Monday nights and a Short Short Fiction class on Tuesday nights. Since I was unable to make up my mind, I let Snickers make the decision.
Snickers is a MN Reads reviewer and a friend of Christa’s. He had mentioned in an e-mail that he was taking the Short Short Fiction class. What followed was an impressive campaign that included a lot of words in all caps and the words ‘come on.’
Meeting him for the first time did nothing for my first class anxiety. Meeting new people makes my stomach hurt.
Of course all of the anxiety was for naught. Snickers was perfectly delightful, the class was full of talkers, and the teacher seems pretty awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I’m all Vodo what? Dale who?
He made us all fill out an index card about ourselves. And since I’m a sharer, I will share with you what I wrote on mine.
Name: Jodi Chromey
Reason for taking this class: Because I don’t get short short fiction and because Snickers conned me into it.
Influences: coffee, books, the Internet, Lorrie Moore, bowling alleys, Mary Gaitskill, small towns, gin, my sisters, blogs, John Irving, peanut butter, the color orange, Amy Bloom & Aimee Bender, reruns of Dawson’s Creek, pens with blue ink, and the serial comma.
Writing advice that stuck with me: Show don’t tell.
Under-rated food: Brownies.