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My last workshop piece and assignment impressed my prof. He told me when we had lunch Being called one of his best writers made me smile. Then he said he thinks I'm ready to write THE THESIS next year, that he'll make his decision in January but that I don't really have anything to worry about. THE THESIS is basically a 400 hunnerd level course (for my degree I need at least one of them) where I work closely with said prof over the course of next year on a novel or short story collection. I agree - why doesn't everyone do this? It's so fucking perfect. Well, he only chooses five students from his classes. So, to do the math and make me giggle:
100ish people applied for the workshop. 24 got in, in two classes of 12. Out of 24, he will be selecting five. So the thesis selections represent the top 5% of that year. Historically speaking, four past thesis writers had novels published. Two had plays performed in Toronto.
This is cool. Anyway, the bummer is that the last assignment I handed in I don't feel good about at all. But fuck it. My next workshop piece is due over the break, and it's going well, so much so that I'm considering really working on it and sending it to a lit journal in Canada. So yeah, writing has been going well.
On Friday night I didn't sleep. At all. I was too busy being naked with a girl from one of my classes. She reminds me of a Dr. Seuss character but in the sexiest possible way. I dig eccentricity. What a dream. Usually I'm pretty passive, but she had the body rhythm of someone who wanted to submit, so I let go. I've never been huge on talking, or being really rough, but for some reason in this instance I did. And it was so fucking hot. So there.
Needing to finish up a religion essay today. Eight pages. Sigh. At least it will be done and I can start on the essay that I have due Thursday (another eight pages, as of yet unstarted). The religion essay is about a Hindu goddess who has become the patron deity of transgendered, transsexuals, and homosexuals. Her devotees undergo a ceremony where they ritualistically emasculate themselves. Balls, shaft and all. They are sliced off and the initiate is left to bleed. Interest subject.
Grad school thoughts...
Going to apply to a few creative writing programs, post-BA.
Rust and Bone by Craig Davidson (Penguin)
Kittens in the Boiler by Delphine Lecompte (www.thievesjargon.com/press)
Nail and Other Stories by Laura Hird (www.laurahird.com)
Anyway, time to wake up and get to it.
"Imperious, choleric, irascible, extreme in everything, with a dissolute imagination the like of which has never been seen... there you have me in a nutshell, and kill me again or take me as I am, for I shall not change."
From his Last Will & Testament, Marquis de Sade