I’m going to tell you a little story.
Once upon a time, I had a job. It came with a window:
But I lost the window.
And—far worse—the door.
And I was being a big baby about it.
Because I knew I should just be grateful to still have a job.
Everyone says that.
So it’s Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in my new office.
Which is one of these…
…and then the phone rang.
I don’t like getting phone calls in the cubicle unless it’s one of two people (my agent or e).
It was e.
[I would insert an adorable photo of him here, but he would kill me.]
He was home, and had come in from checking the mail.
He said, “You just got in to Yaddo.”
I said, “What????!!!!!”
He said, “Yaddo!”
I said, “Are you joking?”
He read me the letter over the phone.
I said, “Please tell me you’re not joking.”
He replied by sending my cell phone this:
I was in shock.
I mean… it’s YADDO!
Sometimes I feel like I’m in here:
And someone just opened that door.
And the fall isn’t as far as I thought it’d be.
Not so far at all.
So, to all my concerned friends, my first week in the cubicle was A-okay. Who cares! I GOT IN TO YADDO! Can’t hardly believe it!