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During Bill Gaston's novel techniques class this morning, while Bill talked about Bel Canto and "female fantasy," all the bits that were working or scintillating or the great swelling of melodramatic emotion? I wrote the opening to If Life Gives You Lemons, Make a Meringue, Meringue's once and future autobiography. This is for one of the class's novel-writing journals, and it details the drag queen's remarkable birth in Venice. I have to work on it more, later, when I have finished this last thousand words or so of the "Cat Burglar" story and get that revision completely finished. I also need to start reading the Shipping News.

But anyway, while this going on I also had lunch with Matt and Joy at the grad lounge, ate a salmon burger and we chatted about life, writing, art, women being sold into slavery -- a brilliant meal.

But I have to go to work now.