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That time I wanted to pass myself off as Joyce Carol Oates #TBT

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I submitted my first piece of writing when I was seventeen, a story about my first job, working at the employee cafeteria at General Telephone where my mother was a dispatcher. Rolling the 20# white bond backed by a sheet of thin blue carbon paper into my Smith Corona, I typed it out slowly, carefully, on a piece of erasable paper—and mailed it off to Cosmopolitan along with a cover letter. Not just to any editor at Cosmo, by the way, I sent it directly to Helen Gurley Brown. 

The piece itself, meant to be comical, was full of clumsy attempts at self-effacing humor.  I strived for a similar tone in the cover letter I addressed to Brown, completely clueless that the high powered editor in chief wasn’t the one reading unsolicited manuscripts. After I signed off I added the following PS. I could have said I was Joyce Carol Oates. What I thought that would accomplish I can’t imagine. That an unsatisfactory submission would get published because of a lame joke? 

No surprise, in the SASE I’d …

Where the Boys Are

Old flames, brief flings and flirtations, young loves and faded loves. Stories about the boys. 


The Name Game Randy

Surfing Lessons 


Waiting on a Friend  Derek (2)

E Ticket to Ride  Derek (3)

In the Cups Derek  Derek (4)

A guy, a girl and a GTO  Derek (5)

Curbed Derek (6)

On Sunset Derek (7)

Behind Closed Doors Derek (8)

The Walk   About a boy in Bandol [the beginning]

The Kiss   About a boy in Bandol [the middle]

Garlic & Gauloises   About a boy in Bandol [the end]


Leaving Home  A divorce story

The Sticky Hot Days of Summer




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