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table of contents UPDATE! It's frakkin' 2007! - 2007-08-11
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spring forward 2005 Hello fellow scenesters, I haven't been dreaming lately in my sleep. I find this tragical. I want to dream of things like unicorns with sliver flossed hair, but instead, all I can see are graduate applications fluttering through the air, big red stamps that read REJECTION flashing on them like crippled traffic lights. So, I wish we could still make silly little zines. But, as crazy cakes as this may seem, I feel too old. I'm 23! I'm half of 46! I'm old enough to have a baby! Ok, I was old enough to have a baby last year, but you get the gist. Ok, that's still not an excuse. Maybe it's the fact that I feel like I should be marketing my writing to reviews and literary magazines. I hate this aspect of the field. But as a serious writer, one must reconcile their sense of revolution with the brutal world of money and financial saavyness and say: MY WRITING IS SO GREAT! I AM BEGGING YOU TO PUBLISH ME! AND EVENTUALLY PAY ME! Sure it will be 20 bucks or 5 bucks a line. That's not the point. The point is PEOPLE WANT TO PAY YOU FOR YOUR TALENT BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER. But I was looking over FSU's Creative Writing webpage and stumbled across a photo spread of the 2002 Creative Writing Dept. Picnic. Kind of like a company picnic except everyone is discussing NPR and using heavy metaphors in everyday speech. Well, I had a few good cringes. I hate things like that. I hate trying to be chummy with people who may or may not affect how and how much I get paid. Or talk about writing with people who do get paid a heck of a lot to teach it. But as a future graduate student, this must be inevitable. Although writing is done in solitary, getting recognition takes great social skills. And I feel like I lack these. Grrr. No wonder all the unicorns avoid me. |
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