Writing thought last night....

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After all this time, I finally wrote an "OMG, the stick's blue," story, as a lot of people did in my creative-writing classes in college. (A few were good, but I think that's what drama is, when you're twenty in the burbs. (I couldn't write one because I wasn't having sex--not that I am now, again, but a sort of speculative-fiction elegy to my would-be fertility seems appropriate now, in ways it might not have when my fondest dream was to Fit. Which, of course, I never really managed, more than being the quippy mascot who makes everyone feel better with how weird she is.But I guess I didn't want to fit enough just to copy, though I did want to rip off Ann Beattie and Philip Roth pretty hard in those days.

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[greghousesgf]

you picked talented people.

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They are masters!

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I gotta reread Our Gang again.

I know people talked up...

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Sinclair Lewis' "It Can't Happen Here" in 2016(Although I'm still not sure why they found it Instructive), I think this is an awesome choice, though I think I lost my copy of Our Gang when I moved in here.