Today I was packing breakable things. I went to my parent's house to steal this weeks' newspapers, and came home to attend to padding the vases and picture frames and things. By chance, I happened to notice that reality (the teen section of the county paper) is holding a tenth anniversary reunion. Since I am sucker for meaningless nostalgia, and because I joined the panel seven years ago (!
!) and ended in 2000, I called the current editor for more info.
Now that I have hung up, I wonder what the reunion will be like. I know that one of my friends from that time, who was also on the panel, is some associate editor at Teen People. There are the others, who went to places like Northwestern and Amherst and majored in things like literature and English. It will be a whole thing, about who is more successful and who has had more things published.
I got kicked off the SuicideGirls newswire, I will tell them. I have had one interview published on a porn site, and two others that have been rejected. I got married young and had a child, and I am in a better place now than I ever imagined when I sat here with you six years ago, when we turned our awkward high school angst into verbose rants published in a pullout section of the newspaper, rants that embarassed our parents and made us think that we were the voice of a generation. I can't write fiction anymore unless it's thinly veiled truth. In fact, I will say I don't do much writing at all these days, unless it's a grocery list or helping my daughter learn her ABCs or my occasional boring blog that I keep just to clear the cobwebs. And I miss it sometimes, and maybe I am a little jealous of you, but in summation, I am happy for you and I want you to be the voice of me, of us, of those who are a product of this place.
I don't have much more time here, maybe two weeks. Before I go, I want to the interviews that I did that got rejected. Look for the first one tomorrow.
!) and ended in 2000, I called the current editor for more info.
Now that I have hung up, I wonder what the reunion will be like. I know that one of my friends from that time, who was also on the panel, is some associate editor at Teen People. There are the others, who went to places like Northwestern and Amherst and majored in things like literature and English. It will be a whole thing, about who is more successful and who has had more things published.
I got kicked off the SuicideGirls newswire, I will tell them. I have had one interview published on a porn site, and two others that have been rejected. I got married young and had a child, and I am in a better place now than I ever imagined when I sat here with you six years ago, when we turned our awkward high school angst into verbose rants published in a pullout section of the newspaper, rants that embarassed our parents and made us think that we were the voice of a generation. I can't write fiction anymore unless it's thinly veiled truth. In fact, I will say I don't do much writing at all these days, unless it's a grocery list or helping my daughter learn her ABCs or my occasional boring blog that I keep just to clear the cobwebs. And I miss it sometimes, and maybe I am a little jealous of you, but in summation, I am happy for you and I want you to be the voice of me, of us, of those who are a product of this place.
I don't have much more time here, maybe two weeks. Before I go, I want to the interviews that I did that got rejected. Look for the first one tomorrow.
VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
tadzi:
im gonna miss ya. you were one of my first SG friends
squidbizkit:
i like your post in my journal. wish you would stay. you are someone I need to know.