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--G.K. Chesterton
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The online journal Literal Latte has just posted their current issue, containing my story Grateful, Thankful, which won second prize in their 2006 fiction contest. This excerpt from my novel-in-progress finds Prue coping with the competing pressures of teenage sexuality and academic achievement. (Sex in bathrooms is becoming the King Charles's Head of this book; it just seems to find its way into whatever I am thinking.) Here's the opener:
I could have avoided all that trouble if only I had remembered the capital of North Dakota. Normally I took schoolwork seriously, but it had been a late night at band practice and I decided to give myself a pass on memorizing stupid places I would never live. I couldn't see my mother moving us anywhere shotguns were more popular than cappuccino. I dropped my regulation #2 pencil and bent down to fetch it, so that on the upswing I could skim a peek at Ryan McFarrell's test paper. He winked at me, those blue eyes wide under streaky blond surfer-hair (he'd just moved to Boston from Santa Barbara and hadn't perfected our cold-weather scowl yet), and moved his elbow to give me a better view. His dimbulb generosity would've been enough to blow our cover, but what really tipped off Mr. Hollister was that we'd both spelled it "Bizmark," like a corporate logo. That's how my first moments alone with Ryan were spent on a bench outside the principal's office. It started as a "meet cute," but it didn't end that way.
9/26/2007 8:00 AM
Jendi wrote:
Had to say hello. It's not often that I find another person with the same name as mine. Just curious as to how you received your name. I am 46, live in PA and my Mother chose it after hearing her next door neighbors daughter who was named Jennifer, but was knicknamed Jendi. There are 3 other Jendi's in PA, all named after their mother heard my name. I would love to hear your story. Jendi Gertz/DuBois, PA Reply to this
9/27/2007 4:23 PM
Jendi Reiter wrote:
That is funny - my mother named me "Jennifer" but also made up the nickname "Jendi", which I decided to use instead because there were so many Jennifers in my first-grade class. I thought I was the only one. We need to have a reunion or a fan club or something. At the very least, lobby those personalized knicknack vendors at the mall to include our name in their inventory! Reply to this
3/27/2009 3:52 PMTyler Gore wrote:
Jendi, just wanted to drop a note and let you know that because the Literal Latte site has been reorganized, the link you have above should be updated.
