Ok, so I'm stealing free wireless at the local library. Yes, I chose the dorkiest option. I say nay (Nay!) to Starbucks and Panera (known around here as St. Louis Bread Co.) with all their aromatic atmosphere and corporate cookie-cutter hipster-de-leche sensibility. Give me the outdated, empty Cliff Cave branch of the St. Louis public library!
Good news: I ordered high speed internet from AT&T (I "bundled" something or other), so my house will be getting the hook-up. Tomorrow afternoon I'm going down to the offices of River Styx, the STL lit journal to read some slush and make literati friends and turn in some submissions to their poetry contest (do you think I get guilt points for submitting in person?).
Speaking of writing friends, the other night at a bar, some guy tried to buy me a drink and claimed he'd written a book. So, of course, logical me told him we should be in a writing group. Note to all: a bar is not the place to meet dates, and neither is it the place to meet writing partners. Especially not a bar called the Atomic Cowboy.
Now I am attempting to post a piece of writing by pasting a link to its Google Docs location. So if you don't have a Google Docs account, this won't work. And it may not work otherwise. Google luck.
http://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=d6ptbpm_1swdc6khh&hl=en