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Here I am, reading my comments from my last post, thinking that I really, tuly am an idiot. OF COURSE Library Guy was hinting. Jesus H. Christ, this "single" thing is NOT working out for me.
That said, I'm sort of looking forward to this Valentine's day. It's supposed to suck for single people, especially those just out of a relationship, and cause us to get drunk and comiserate on how our lives are just meaningless without being validated by another person. Sasja, Katie and I have decided that this just will not do. The three of us are going out for dinner at a nice restaurant, have a great time with friends who have stuck by us longer than any guy or girl ever has, and prove to ourselves that we don't need a relationship. We're just fine, thanks.
I just got out of a fiction workshop. Normally, I don't enjoy that class - if anything, it's proven to be that I am indeed a poet, not a novelist or fiction writer of any kind.
(HOW ARE PEOPLE SO FING BAD AT PROSE? Just write what happened! Jeez.)
But I workshopped this short today about a women who loses her teeth on her wedding day, and I got exactly the reaction I was going for. Of course it's a metaphor for loss of power, yada yada, but it's such a ridiculous circumstance that it made them want to laugh - and some of them did, uneasily, and unsure if they were supposed to. Which was the whole point. I pulled off dark humour! Holy shit!
That said, I'm sort of looking forward to this Valentine's day. It's supposed to suck for single people, especially those just out of a relationship, and cause us to get drunk and comiserate on how our lives are just meaningless without being validated by another person. Sasja, Katie and I have decided that this just will not do. The three of us are going out for dinner at a nice restaurant, have a great time with friends who have stuck by us longer than any guy or girl ever has, and prove to ourselves that we don't need a relationship. We're just fine, thanks.
I just got out of a fiction workshop. Normally, I don't enjoy that class - if anything, it's proven to be that I am indeed a poet, not a novelist or fiction writer of any kind.
(HOW ARE PEOPLE SO FING BAD AT PROSE? Just write what happened! Jeez.)
But I workshopped this short today about a women who loses her teeth on her wedding day, and I got exactly the reaction I was going for. Of course it's a metaphor for loss of power, yada yada, but it's such a ridiculous circumstance that it made them want to laugh - and some of them did, uneasily, and unsure if they were supposed to. Which was the whole point. I pulled off dark humour! Holy shit!