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supercheesegirl) wrote2008-01-21 08:44 pm
supercheesegirl) wrote2008-01-21 08:44 pm
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Key West: Brief Summary
I'm back from Florida. I may or may not make a longer post about the trip later. Here are some highlights:
Awesome times with Heather and Kim
Making new friends (Dustin, Eric, Adam, Ahmad, Rachel, Junot of course, and lots more)
AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL WEATHER HOLY FUCKING CRAP
"Sylvia Plath, with her head in the oven, baby!"
Having a really terrific workshop group and a good group dynamic
Riding a bike for the first significant time since I was maybe 13
Hearing, from more than one serious writer, that my work is good
Hanging out with Junot Diaz for a big chunk of the weekend. Shit, yo. F, we totally have to invite him to our wedding.
Discovering a lot of new writers whose books I want torun out and get order from the library (I'm going to AWP next week, I need to be careful!)
Conversation with Heather:
R: Are you sure your legs won't be cold in that skirt?
H: No, I'm not.
R: OK, then, if you don't think you'll be cold--
H: No, I meant I'm not sure.
R: Maybe we should bring some pants for you. (singing) Just-in-case pants!
H: (singing) Fuck that!
R: (can't talk, laughing)
H: (singing) Motherfucking just-in-case pants can kiss my ass!
R: (singing) That's what they wanna do 'cause they're pants!
(pause)
H: You have a point.
I absolutely love that Heather will randomly sing conversations with me. Not everyone will do that.
Heather: "I don't think that just because you're gay means you should wear a bad hat." An indisputable statement.
Overheard at Mallory Square Sunset Celebration:
"Mom, can I play the bagpipes--" "NO."
I got some excellent pictures of three different sunsets, many headstones in the cemetery, many Hemingway cats, and many drunk writers. I ate a lot of really good food. I did not buy too many books. I only bought two.
I wore flip-flops all week except for one day, when I wore sneakers. The one day in sneakers gave me horrible blisters on two toes. Flip-flops are better. (Also, I may need new sneakers. I've been wearing these ratty-ass green ones since at least 2005.)
Awesome moment: I am waiting in line to have Junot Diaz sign my copy of Oscar Wao. He is doing the book-signing author thing, chatting politely with people, you know. Then he looks up and sees me next, grins all big, and says "Hey sweetie!" My little heart = all warm.
I laid in a hammock and read a book. I went in the hot tub every day. I made new friends. I wrote some, and had a piece of my work critiqued. I read at an open mike night and everyone laughed at the funny parts (theoretically, I may have a webcast of the reading to post--will let you know). I went to the beach. I took long walks and ate good food and had a goddamn awesome time.
Awesome times with Heather and Kim
Making new friends (Dustin, Eric, Adam, Ahmad, Rachel, Junot of course, and lots more)
AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL WEATHER HOLY FUCKING CRAP
"Sylvia Plath, with her head in the oven, baby!"
Having a really terrific workshop group and a good group dynamic
Riding a bike for the first significant time since I was maybe 13
Hearing, from more than one serious writer, that my work is good
Hanging out with Junot Diaz for a big chunk of the weekend. Shit, yo. F, we totally have to invite him to our wedding.
Discovering a lot of new writers whose books I want to
Conversation with Heather:
R: Are you sure your legs won't be cold in that skirt?
H: No, I'm not.
R: OK, then, if you don't think you'll be cold--
H: No, I meant I'm not sure.
R: Maybe we should bring some pants for you. (singing) Just-in-case pants!
H: (singing) Fuck that!
R: (can't talk, laughing)
H: (singing) Motherfucking just-in-case pants can kiss my ass!
R: (singing) That's what they wanna do 'cause they're pants!
(pause)
H: You have a point.
I absolutely love that Heather will randomly sing conversations with me. Not everyone will do that.
Heather: "I don't think that just because you're gay means you should wear a bad hat." An indisputable statement.
Overheard at Mallory Square Sunset Celebration:
"Mom, can I play the bagpipes--" "NO."
I got some excellent pictures of three different sunsets, many headstones in the cemetery, many Hemingway cats, and many drunk writers. I ate a lot of really good food. I did not buy too many books. I only bought two.
I wore flip-flops all week except for one day, when I wore sneakers. The one day in sneakers gave me horrible blisters on two toes. Flip-flops are better. (Also, I may need new sneakers. I've been wearing these ratty-ass green ones since at least 2005.)
Awesome moment: I am waiting in line to have Junot Diaz sign my copy of Oscar Wao. He is doing the book-signing author thing, chatting politely with people, you know. Then he looks up and sees me next, grins all big, and says "Hey sweetie!" My little heart = all warm.
I laid in a hammock and read a book. I went in the hot tub every day. I made new friends. I wrote some, and had a piece of my work critiqued. I read at an open mike night and everyone laughed at the funny parts (theoretically, I may have a webcast of the reading to post--will let you know). I went to the beach. I took long walks and ate good food and had a goddamn awesome time.
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