Tonight I did some rewriting work on a story and remembered what it was I wanted to be when I grow up. Pre-writing work can get in the way of writing.
So now at the other side of a bleary eyed caffeine rush now dead, I have the latest draft of my story, “Why the Crow Cries.” I wrote it, originally, my sophomore year at Eureka and I think it was the second real short story I ever wrote (third if you count something from high school…1,299,333,740,945th, if you count some of the things that have cropped up on my head). The idea came from a passage of Dante read in high school. It’s also the story that turned into the long poem that turned into the Epic I’m trying to write. I figured it was about time to re-polish it and put it to rest. So I’m entering it in a fiction contest in the school’s writing journal.
All part of my campaign to get as many of my 27+ odd short stories (and they are odd come to think of it) before I graduate (especially any of the ones having to do with or acting as chapters of, my thesis). That way I have some credentials when I shop around for publishers.
That’s a plan.
My other plan is to get a suit.
I’m picking up my suit tomorrow.
Thanks Kris and Wil for coming with me last weak and helping me pick it out. How do you define friends? I define them as the people that go along with you for moral support; pointing and laughing at you when the suit salesman says, “We’re going to have to let your crotch out.” Thanks guys 🙂
It is a funny question though….
“We’re going to have to let your crotch out.”
“Don’t do that. He’s very mischievous and destructive.”
My crotch and I are going to bed now.
Night (or Day).
You know, there’s something really not right about talking about your crotch in a public forum. Or anywhere, really. I guess it’s a guy thing…
If his crotch was bulging from his enormous manlyness, hint to all the ladies out there, than it would not need to be discussed. Anyway, are you going to be coming up anytime soon, or anything, cause if you do I would like to plan a weekend alterniative when some of us, not sure who, will come down and party with the springfielders.
I’m coming up on the 5th for the sesquicentennial activities, and Linsey Griffith and I are planning a post-festivities jaunt to our old stomping grounds, namely Sully’s, in Peoria. We’re hoping to get as many people as we can to go along – so everyone is invited to join us (well, those who are 21+, as those who are 21- would be left on the sidewalk, unfortunately). I don’t know if Josh is going…I told him about it but I think at the time he was too hungover to think about it or respond…
Well, I’m up here now (as in thursday….8:30 pm) and I’ll be here until sometime tomorrow. I’ll likely be around Nick’s room.
Wait a minute…
Kurt, how would you know enough about that to be giving a hint to the ladies? Just curious – I mean it’s cool if you guys are a thing or whatever…but if that is the case then why do you want to be passing out hints? Geez, I’m tired today. I’m really not that confused, I’m just joking around, in a really tired I’m-in-a-haze kind of way. 😉
The weirder thing about them continually measuring your package was the way you seem to enjoy it…Did they let the crotch out enough to satisfy? mwa ha ha ha. Also, within the next 2 weeks, i would like to have a draft of at least one of my chapters…i’m planning on forcing you to proof it for me and give me feed back…if ya dont mind, you can be my writing center 🙂 ok, catch ya later crotch boy.