Well, the U of M does not desire my presence in their creative writing program for the fall of 2007. The letter arrived today. They spelled my name wrong. For some reason, this bothers me more than the actual rejection.
Tonight I'm going to a reading with Heather and Paul. Greg was supposed to attend but apparently cancelled. I'm excited for what has turned into the highlight of my day of total rejection. The readings are always fantastic and Heather says that the people reading tonight are especially good. We're going out for drinks afterward, which will allow me to drown my sorrows in writerly Grumpy's fashion.
1 comment:
Okay, this sucks. Now you're just gonna have to get published all over the place and make the U rue the day they didn't beg you to join their little program.
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