Sure ‘Nuff ‘n’ Yes I Do

This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but for some reason I can never remember to actually post on Wednesday. All Tuesday I think, “Yay! Tomorrow’s my turn to post!” And then all Thursday I think, “Crap! I forgot to post!”

Anyway. I figure it’s not that big a deal since I (and occasionally Sara) seem to be the only one(s) posting these days. Oh Erin and Steven Creeter, how we miss you!

Okay, now on to what I meant to write.

Next week I shove off for this year’s Sigma Tau Delta convention. I went last year, when it was in Minneapolis. You can take a trip down memory lane and read about that post here. This year the convention is in St. Louis, and I don’t know any of the professional authors lined up to speak. But it’s sure to be a swell time had by all, believe you me!

I’m presenting another one of my short stories and a critical essay. Actually, I’m reading the Dostoevsky essay I mentioned in last year’s “I’m goin’ to the STD con!” post. The paper is called “Hey, Fyodor, Leave Them Jews Alone: Dostoevsky’s Anti-Semitism” and it is my favorite essay I’ve ever written. Mostly because it was incredibly easy to write. And because I love me some Jews. (Which is probably why it was incredibly easy to write, since I actually cared about the subject.)

St. Louis! I just felt like saying that. I love visiting new cities, so I can’t wait to go, even if only for the “I’m somewhere I’ve never been before!” aspect. I’m actually flying into Arkansas so I can meet up with the other English majors from my Alma mater, and we’re all going to take a road trip to the convention. It’ll be a long drive but, again, I’m a fan of traveling.

Hopefully I’ll have something exciting to report when I get back.

Rachel Creeter

P.S. The title of this post is a song from the Captain Beefheart album Safe As Milk. The Cap’n was pure genius. Here he is performing the song with His Magic Band in 1968:


Wake up, your time is nearly over / No more the supernova / And no action guaranteed

Not a lot of time.

Just realized there are only four weeks left in the semester, and I need to make sure I pass all my classes (sadly, I’ve gone from “get good grades in” to “pass” over the course of my college education) because it looks like (if I play my cards right, or at least get my papers written) I can graduate by this summer.

Which means not having to take an extra semester.

It also means I probably won’t see a lot of my friends again after these four weeks, since none of them will be taking summer classes with me and, let’s be honest, I’m atrocious at keeping in touch.

Back when I thought I would be here in the Fall, this semester seemed like a black hole that sucked the life out of me, and no end in sight. Now I feel I can actually make it, which is great, but at the same time makes me realize I never put much thought into how I would say goodbye. All the other seniors already have their caps and gowns, their graduate school acceptance letters, their GRE results (holy crap, how did I let that pass me by?).

I wonder how awful it’s going to be taking the GRE after I’ve already graduated and been out of classes for a while. Thankfully most of the programs I’m applying to either don’t require GRE scores or don’t look at them too closely. On the down side, that’s only because the weight of their decision is based on the writing sample. Which means I better have cream-of-the-crop, can’t-let-this-one-go, slap-your-mammy-down awesome stories ready for my applications.

I’m getting a little dizzy.


P.S. Current reading list:
The Plot Against America by Philip Roth
Perelandra by C.S. Lewis
Henderson the Rain King by Saul Bellow
-The Book of Revelation
plus various journal articles and books on the topics of:
-Humbert Humbert as unreliable narrator in Nabokov’s Lolita
-Dostoevsky as anti-Semite in Notes from Underground, Crime & Punishment, and The Brothers Karamazov

A Wednesday post? On Time, you say?

I’m going to an STD conference over Spring Break! Yesssssssss!

Okay, STD (in this case, at least) stands for Sigma Tau Delta, so don’t feel like you need to ply me with condolences just yet. Sigma Tau Delta is the International English Honor Society, of which I’m a member, and the conference is in Minneapolis next week. I submitted a short story, it was accepted, and now I’m going to the conference to read it. Aloud. To other people. It’s kind of exciting.

And one of the main speakers at the STD (teehee) shindig is Neil Gaiman. That’s right, Neil frakking Gaiman. He was on the Colbert Report recently, which made my heart smile more than usual (and, let me tell you, it smiles a lot….especially during the Colbert Report).

Well, I best be leaving soon; I have two papers to finish (ugh)—on The Brothers Karamazov and Lolita (yea). I gotta say, I love me some Russian authors. Although, my paper on Brothers K is about the anti-Semitism in Dostoevsky’s works. For shame, Dostoevsky. For shame. He was a great writer, though. I highly recommend Crime & Punishment. In turns it made me shed tears and laugh aloud—and there were a couple passages that were genuinely frightening. Seriously, I had flashbacks of the more disturbing scenes from Twin Peaks (Bob, anyone?).

All right, I guess this is good night. I’m flying up to Minnesota next Wednesday, so I don’t know if I’ll have a post up. We’ll see.

Until next time, my lovelies,