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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 …

Brushes with Stardom

Having worked in Hollywood for a bit myself, being married to a guy who still works in Hollywood, having a son who wants that too, my life brushes up against the stars from time to time. Thats how it is when you live in Hollywood. Everybody knows somebody who knows somebody. Yadda. Yadda. Yadda.
Here's where mine has sometimes merged on the Hollywood 101.

Tom Cruise: Cruisin’ It
Carey Mulligan: Baby You Can Drive My Car
Robert Redford: My one and only fan letter

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