CALL ME SNAKE

Not to boast but… (How many times have I started with those words?) Yes, I’ve been published again–this time in an extremely exclusive venue, my college’s alumni newsletter notes section. And I was writing, ironically, about being published elsewhere, so we’re dealing with many levels of publishing here, especially if you consider online publishing to be publishing. Anyways, this is what I wrote in the newsletter and I’m repeating it here for no good reason other than I’m feeling kind of tired:

Inspired by the letter-writing success and prowess of fellow alumn ____ ____ , I managed to get a letter printed in the Cambridge Chronicle on the burning issue of Cambridge’s dearth of handball players. There are only five handball players left at the Cambridge YMCA, and I’m one of them–the youngest, in fact, which gives you an idea of the future prospects for this sport. (For awhile it looked like there were going to be six until the new guy, Daniel, ripped his Achilles, which put us back to five again.) My letter attracted a lot of attention locally, though no book or movie deals yet. Nevertheless, I have since become a columnist for the paper–perhaps on the strength of my handball manifesto. The Chronicle, by the way, is pretty much where my freelance writing career began and now, it appears, pretty much where it will end.