The Scholastic book has been handed in, so now it’s time to dedicate myself to writing a new story for this year’s Bread Loaf workshop. I’m very lucky to be returning as Head Waiter for 2009; this time around I’ll know to take a real coat so that I can sleep in it. Or maybe I’ll get really lucky and the heat in the residence hall will actually make it to my room.
If you’re reading this (yeah right, ha ha), send me ideas for a new story. I’m afraid I’m fresh out. My story for last year’s conference happened that way. Observe:
Me, on phone with my dad: Oh man, Dad, I’m totally out of ideas for a new story.
Dad: Uh huh.
Me: I mean, I really got nothing.
Dad: Okay.
(long pause)
Me: Any suggestions?
(another long pause)
Dad: I once found a dead body in a canal.
Me: !??!??
Dad: Does that help?
There was more to it than that, but not much. He didn’t really want to talk about it, so I took over from there as far as the story goes. Which is pretty much what I do anyway, no matter what the “truth” is.
So, yeah, send me something you don’t want to talk about. I promise I’ll get it all wrong.
I LOVED YOUR BOOK…CAN’T WAIT TO HAVE IT SIGNED!