August 2nd, 2006

Bulletproof

Please make it stop please please please

Workshop today was a nightmare exercise in trying to appear alert and interested in anything that was going on. I'm still trying to give good critiques, and the stories aren't bad by any means. I'm just so goddamn burned out. I want real food, a real bed, and shitty tv shows. I want to incinerate all the clothes I've worn the past six weeks - I'm sick of them. I'm sure everyone else is sick of them, too. I want my coffee maker. I want dark and stormies at all hours of the day and night, and real Mexican food.

WAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Tonight we have a reading at Archives Book Shop with Holly and Kelly, then I think they hand out some kind of certificate to each of us. I dunno. They're taking photographs. I'm sure the shot of me will be a reeeeeeal keeper. I plan on having Moe the Cat accept my certificate for me. If he refuses and instead hocks up a giant gooey furball, then all I'll have to say is: well played, Moe. Well played.
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Graduation Day

Ok, it's a bit early - by two days, to be precise. However, Liz told us that on Friday we'd get a special visit from "the Mayor", whoever that is. I dunno, but I'm gonna bring Mr. Pointy, just in case.

The full set of photos are right here.

We have six stories for workshop tomorrow, and it looks like there'll be at least six more on Friday. Lots of reading, but no writing, so I feel a little less crazed and pressed for time than usual. I spent this afternoon packing and boxing up my books - I went nuts at Curious and Archives book stores, so I have a lot to ship, unfortunately. My foot is better, though - much thanks to Robert Levy and Alex Wilson for getting that bitch New York to bring me beer. And Andy Wolverton's gift box of two weeks ago provided the drugs, in the form of aspirin. Yeah!

I forgot to mention that I had my one-on-one with Holly yesterday. We went over a few of my stories, then brainstormed ideas for "Summer of Love" - the novelette that will someday become a novel. Between her ideas, Kelly's, and some incredible critiques from the class, this broken story now has the potential to become a really kick-ass horror novel. Someday, that is - I have a lot of work to do before I'll be up to the task of writing it.

Another massive thunderstorm outside - I'm going to miss them.
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