I knew she’d say, “You’re getting published. Yipee!” She did that. She’s a good, dear friend like that. But she also tends to tell me stuff I want to hear, not what I need to hear. So I’m not going to believe the hype. Not yet. But the more I researched Burning Spear Press at the library, the more I got excited. As Doris had mentioned, there were some wacky titles, sure. Catcher of the Fly was the winner. It unfortunately seemed to take itself seriously. A giant zipper, à la the Rolling Stones’s Sticky Fingers album cover, with a giant, red-fingernailed hand grabbing at the crotch. But How Stella Got Her Divorce Papers Back seemed to be obvious satire even though I didn’t read any text, so I believe the press is up for my book, F: the Academy, a satiric look at university life with Doris and myself serving as the basis for characters. We’d gone to Langsdale University, but I’d changed the university’s name to Farmdale, a play on being in the Midwest and all that.
