I visited my old college yesterday (and by "old" I mean, I graduated last May) to speak to the fresh-faced and wide-eyed English majors and offer them the wisdom I've acquired my 22-ish years. And, you know what, it was great. I hope they took something away from it, not just from me but from the other panelists; my biggest surprise was how much I took away from it. I spoke a lot about the things that I should be doing but haven't been doing. Time to practice what I preach, walk the walk, yadda yadda yadda. Case in point: my attempt to update this thing. We shall see!
I am anything but brief. And I need to work on that. Lately I've been wanting to delve into the world of short stories, but I'm too monogamous - I can't create characters for a one story fling, I feel dirty and like a bad person. Stupid, I know, but sometimes us writer types are weird like that. It seems like the only time I'm good at being brief is when I am (or, at least, think I am) being witty. You know, like in facebook statuses. I'm not the kind of person to write, "Ohh nooo all this snowww! It snowed like 2 feet OMG!" More like, "Today is the first day of April. It's been spring for about 2 weeks. It's fucking snowing." Or some random observation. Just spice things up a bit. Ok, I realize I'm tooting my own horn. I'll stop. The whole being brief thing has been bugging me (partly because I realize I don't know when to shut up and be concise when explaining things to people) as I've been editing and writing m...
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