AWP Day 3: The hangover

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Yikes. By noon today it was time to barf. Or kill. Does the P stand for pretentious? What’s with all the writerly posturing minus the actual writing? Why the fixation on genre minus concern for actually producing anything worth reading (who cares if it’s called memoir if it stinks)? Why all the 5.5×8.5 journals with the same cover, the same format, the same content, the same…zzzzzzzzzz…

I’m sorry, I must have dozed off there. Enough with the negativity.

Three cheers for Hobart, bateau, Quick Fiction, Fence, DIAGRAM, et all, and for all the really exciting newness out there.  

Three cheers for all the discerning in-the-knows who walked off with PANK 3 and/or turned out to the PANK Reading last night at Quimby’s.

Three cheers for all of our wonderful, talented, beautiful contributors who keep us reading and keep us excited in spite of our fury over all the slurry.  

Hip hip…

Hip hip…

Hip hip…

OK then, time to get home and back to work.