was beautiful (espresso bar in the library!), the people looked more
or less the same except the ones with 7 months worth of baby in their
bellies or new haircuts, and everyone got, well, very, very drunk.
And although I know that people on college campuses across the
country did that and I’m not breaking new news, for some reason,
everyone seems to do it much more intensely at trincoll.edu/debacles.
On the plus side, I didn’t meet anyone who appeared to be dominating
me via the writing world. In fact, I didn’t meet anyone who else who
was involved in writing. On the minus side, I don’t think I talked to
anyone I didn’t know really well and I dry heaved after doing a
complimentary shot of tequila. I woke up on Sunday in a cold, hung
over sweat, embarrassed by my college-style drinking and the fact
that I wore the same shorts three days in a row. During the ride
home, I promised myself that I wouldn’t set foot on my college campus
again for at least five years and I think I’m officially retired from
Mexican themed hard liquor(z). So you know, it was a win-lose
Writing wise, I have been staring at the short story that I wrote
while traveling abroad for 100 days last year and wondering how I can
re-work it into something magical and delicious. The problem seems to
be that I wrote most of it longhand, some of it on the computer, and
several parts on bar napkins that are kind blurry now. It was all
very boheme. The solution–as most writing solutions go–is re-write.
But it feels weird getting into a short story after working for so
long on a novel. It’s almost like trying to eat only an appetizer
after spending several years eating six course meals. Don’t get me
wrong– I love appetizers (sliders!)–and sometimes you only have
time for them. But I’m having a hard time remembering how short
With that said, I need your help, friends. As I like to do before I
get into anything new, I am trying to read a bunch of really solid
short stories and I need recommendations. Any genre will fly,
although, despite the high chance of nudity, I don’t totally dig
romance. So bring them on; your favorite short stories of all time,
of this time, of several times ago. And maybe something about why you
like it. Come on, friends. If you help make me smarter and more well-
read, I promise e-cards. And more award-winning poetry.
So short story it up in the comments section while the songs of 1996
take you back to a time when you probably liked Ethan Hawke.
Sittin Up in,