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| Well, I told David earlier that there would be a journal entry tonight, and, god damn it, there's gonna be a journal entry tonight. | |||
| I just finished watching the Simpsons with Aron, our new roommate. Sharon doesn't like animation, so this was the first time since Kellie that I've sat down with my roomie and giggled over the Simpsons. And it was one I hadn't seen, too: Halloween Special VIII Before the Simpsons, the three of us hung out in the dining room*, chatting and talking about our day, our friends, etc. The house is so different - so nice and mellow! Earlier tonight, before anyone was home, I was bummed because I wanted to hang out! It's nice to have a Home again. | *(don't ask me why, we just ended up there) | ||
| I got a rejection letter from Seventeen magazine today. There was the most encouraging handwritten note on it*. Sharon thinks he means it's too racy for Seventeen . . . I dunno, I'd rather think it was also too deep, too complex . . .Now I have to find another market for it. I was going to sit down tonight and figure it out, write a draft of the letter to print out at work tomorrow, etc., but I got caught up chatting. I'm trying to decide if I should go for something really big, like The New Yorker or Harpers, or if I should go for something like The Iowa Review. I think it's a solid story, but it's set in high school, so I really wonder about sending it to a "sophisticated rag" like The New Yorker. I also wonder if fiction writing is like theatre, where you don't audition on Broadway until you're ready -- otherwise, you get a bad reputation as a kid who's trying to go too far too fast. Somehow I keep thinking it's like that, and if I get rejected once, everything with my name on it will go into the circular file. Paranoia, paranoia . . . | *"Dear Heather Shaw - Thanks for 'Feeding Time'. It's fine stuff but I think it covered too much ground in too little time for our young readers. Good luck placing it elsewhere. Best - Ben Schrank" | ||
| I had a lovely time last night with David. We had a good talk tonight as well. I wish I could freeze time or whatever it would take to make things always so easy, so wonderful. Life's a roller coaster, though, huh? Sometimes, I swear I wake up nauseous from the ride. | |||
| What else? Oh! I found Shmuel's journal finally. Not even a month old, and he's putting up entries everyday! I was fascinated, reading about him. He and I have some things in common, such as wanting very badly to be a writer, but in other ways we seem very different. I'm very into love and sex, and there was very little of that on his page (that I could find). And he's all into primary colors and detests earth tones, which is just about my polar opposite there. Not that these are huge things (some might say I picked the most superficial details and some might be right), but they really caught my attention. What's wrong with green, I ask you? Green is the color of growing things. | Hi Shmuel! Thanks for listing my site on your page. | ||
| I should probably do a "pages I read" section, huh? Oh, I mention them here, but there should be a nice, concise little list you can refer to. But then again, there's a lot about this page that needs revamping, and on a 14.4 modem, I don't like to upload too much at once. | *Hell, if it were faster, I'd probably be much better at updating this journal everyday. | ||
| So much for themed entries! I've said just about all I can think of, and it's past my bedtime. G'night, doves. |