No real reason to change blog homes except to experience the change. There is no reason to change anything, if not for the simple fact OF the change itself, no? Change is for change and change alone. And here it is. A new blog. The change. A new start. A new phase. A whole new bag of J.R. Angelella.
Now for the updates:
My MFA. My time at the Bennington Writing Seminars is quickly coming to a close. 10 days left until my final semester is in the can. Writing feverishly. Wife just finished a bitchslap line-edit to my novel and my advisor has his response to the final chapter yet to spit my way. Now it’s up to me to distill both of those down into a final manuscript. Next weekend will be a chore. A lot of coffee. A lot of furious silence. Much head scratching. Maybe some tacos for sustenance too.
Joe Stracci. Has finished a draft of HIS novel, Whitney. I have been promised to receive a bound copy to read and comment on sometime this week. I cannot stress enough to you the name Joe Stracci. He too is finishing the Bennington Writing Seminars this January at the ripe age of 23. Too smart. Too dark. Too much of too much. To Mr. Stracci, my dear friend and drinking enemy, congratulations, you fuck.
A Public Space. I have recently been asked to join the ranks at the wonderful literary magazine A Public Space as a reader. Check it out. Get a subscription. It’s better than whatever you’re reading.
Twelve Stories. I also have a forthcoming story in the online literary magazine Twelve Stories, which should be out in a few days. “The Saddening State of Sammy the Speechwriter.” While you wait for it to go live, you can read another short story of mine, “Beneath the Bench on Barnaby Street,” online at the Boston Literary Magazine.
The Literary Review. This past week I also received word that another short story of mine, “In Memoriam,” was selected for publication in The Literary Review’s Spring 2009 magazine: Manifest Destiny.
Down Stairs Neighbor. Has been evicted and no longer calls the police on me and the wife.
Cats. Both are still enormous.
Wife. Post-back surgery: happy and healthy and cuter than ever.
That’s what’s been happening. You’re all caught up.