The author, his writings, and his warped little mind.
Doh! I just hung up on an “unavailable” call on my cell. It rang during class, so I automatically clicked it off. Could it be San Diego? Or even Seattle with an early vacancy? Could it be a telemarketer selling scuba gear? I don’t know. I feel like a dummy.
-Oso
Ever waited a really long time for something just to realize you have to wait some more? Welcome to my world.
I got an email from Clarion West. I’ve been waitlisted. This means that if John Doe is accepted, says he’s going, then develops a case of malaria that prevents him from attending, I’m in. Actually it is reasonable that someone would drop out of a six-week event like Clarion West. Job issues, money issues, love life issues, spontaneous success, spontaneous combustion…lots of possibilities. I do not wish these issues on anyone, but if they come up, I’m here.
It’s not clear how long the waitlist is. Just me? Two or three of us? A whole minor league team worth? Do I get a call for any dropout or just another male? I guess the issue is merely academic.
Still no word from San Diego. It should come tomorrow. I’m still holding out hope. I really think that application was stronger. We’ll see.
Good luck to the Clarion West class of 2009. I’ll be watching for your names in the big zines; you watch out for mine. It will be there.
-Oso
Still no word. It’s like waiting for a response for a wedding proposal. All the emotional investment hangs on one answer and the !@#$**! response won’t come. Thecarrier pidgeon probably got eaten by a bird.
I am taking my last-minute contact as a sign that I am a borderline talent. Maybe I’m on the waiting list. Maybe I’m in the “which four of these eight do we want” stack. Maybe I wrote the wrong phone numer or email address on my application. Regardless, my rejection couldn’t have been an easy decision, at least from CW. I have no confirmation yet as to whether Clarion (east) has started informing their rejects.
My West application was confirmed as received on the sixth of January. That’s right, January. My East app, February sixth. We’ll see if six is my lucky number or not. Damn, these workshops sure know how to make a guy sweat.
So I wait. I’m not alone; Jamie, Sandra (I think), and others wait with me. It’s still lonely, not knowing.
-Oso
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