My parents still get mail for me occasionally, and this week something pretty awesome arrived at their house. My mom just told me I was included in a special edition of Zephyrus, the student publication of the English Department at WKU. Last year, WKU had a huge centennial celebration and the Eng. Dept. put out a special Zephyrus with selections from all previous publications, going back to 1955. And I was included! The poem that made it into this new edition is "Foreshadowing," which was originally in the 2003 Zephyrus. I'm so thrilled!

Labels: writing.

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In the absence of papers and tests, I am slowly beginning to fill the void that is my brain with novels that are only a step above smut: chick lit. I heard this piece on NPR a couple of weeks ago about a version of chick lit for boys. They called it lad lit. A rather unfortunate name for up-and-coming books, considering no one has used the word "lad" in this country in at least 200 years. So I bought and have started reading Love Monkey by Kyle Smith. (In case anyone is wondering, and I doubt anyone is, I've put away Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About for the time being. I'm hoping some time apart will be good for us.)

Love Monkey is hard to describe. I've read more than one review that compares it to High Fidelity, but a third of the way through LM, I'm not ready to make that comment yet.

At any rate, I've become obsessed with this genre. I want to write about it. A lot. But there's not much that hasn't been said.

Okay, so the point I wanted to make with entry was that I'd been doing some research on the people that write this stuff. They're almost all involved with publishing or journalism professionally. Do I have to do that to get published? (Of course, I'm sure a good first step would be to write a book.) So just when I'm feeling my worst, looking at the info about Claire LaZebnick, who wrote Same As It Never Was, which I really liked, I see that she graduated from Harvard in 1985. Her book was just published last year. Of course, she has four kids, so I'm sure she's been busy. But I'd like to think that I've accomplished a lot since '85, even though I have yet to write a novel.

After all, in 1985, I was 3.

Labels: books., writing.

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