A lot of new people--all friends, I think, of the late George Marvil--have friended this journal in the past week. I don't recognize all the names, but welcome. If you feel inclined to introduce yourself, I'd love a chance to figure out who's who.
So that newcomers to my journal who have followed links here to see the Grail episodes I wrote for George can read the story from beginning to end, rather than in standard livejournal reverse chronological order, I'm linking to the parts here.
The Fisher King
How the Grail Came to the Fisher King
Sir Percival and the Four Queens
Not Your Father's Round Table
The Queen's Champion Arrives at Sloan-Kettering
The Arming of the Hero
Grail-O-Matic
Knights of the Cafeteria Table
To Avalon
So that newcomers to my journal who have followed links here to see the Grail episodes I wrote for George can read the story from beginning to end, rather than in standard livejournal reverse chronological order, I'm linking to the parts here.
The Fisher King
How the Grail Came to the Fisher King
Sir Percival and the Four Queens
Not Your Father's Round Table
The Queen's Champion Arrives at Sloan-Kettering
The Arming of the Hero
Grail-O-Matic
Knights of the Cafeteria Table
To Avalon
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Date: 2006-12-19 03:45 pm (UTC)So, in the past four years, I finished my doctorate, got a full-time non-tenure track teaching gig at the Rutgers Writing Program, got the ax when the university budget crashed and everyone on the faculty who had health insurance but wasn't on the tenure track got the lay-off letter. I looked at the lay-off letter and said to myself, "Oh, shit! The mortgage!" and "This will be the best thing that ever happened to me." I was really not grooving on academia, so I fled, rather than trying to get back in. These days, I have a prosperous little private tutoring practice, and I write every day. I'm on my second novel now, and I've written a few short pieces I'm pretty happy with. Nothing has sold yet, but something will eventually. Dan and I are still happily settled in South River. Infertility sucks, but over the past four years, it's really the only thing that has sucked in our daily lives. I figure, in context, we're doing pretty well.
Can we hope to see you at FSG?