This is not a brag post. But after twenty rejection letters from literary magazines and a subsequent lack of desire to continue writing, I need to give my horn a little toot-toot.
A group of fabulous writers with the Write Here Write Now (WHWN)workshops are published in the upcoming first annual Baltimore CityLit Anthology. One of my nonfiction essays is published in this great collection. (It helped that I was in the workshops and answered the call for submissions to get published)
On April 19 the CityLit Project hosts a celebration of literature at the Enoch Pratt Library in Mt. Vernon. Readings from the anthology start at 3:30. I'm somewhere in the relatively short lineup.
On May 28 at 7:30 there will be a release party at the Creative Alliance. Be there. Buy a copy. Tell a friend that I'm a decent writer and to give me a chance.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Water People
I've never waited a table. You wouldn't want me to. But I imagine that waiters have their own lingo and codes. My boyfriend and I were on the receiving end of what could only be the unfavorable type of customer at an expensive restaurant, the--we'll just be having water customer. It's not that one meal at M&S was out of our league, especially since it was lunch. It wasn't that soup and salad was all we could afford. If anything, the waiter could have had a bigger tip because we weren't spending as much as we're used to on dining out. Needless to say after being ignored--Nobel Prize winner Weisel says indifference is worse than being treated with anger--and complimentary bread deprived, we did not leave a tip.
So here it is now--if people order water on a Saturday afternoon it might just be because they're hung over and saving room for a friend's pasta bolognese later.
So here it is now--if people order water on a Saturday afternoon it might just be because they're hung over and saving room for a friend's pasta bolognese later.