Gah! Someone at the place I interviewed Wednesday emailed me. I've made the short list! But they'd really, really like to see something—anything—that I've written. I explained about the whole confidentiality thing on my professional writing, but they said, basically, "Whatever you've got. We just need to see how you string words into sentences." So I sent them a short story I published in, like 1994, and a lecture I gave around the same time on the role of women in Yeats' work. Here's hoping they like 'em. Hey, a Native American mystery (before I discovered Hillerman, thankyouverymuch, and set in Marquette, MI) with gratuitous Tetris jokes. What's not to love?
Pity I can't send them to my lj. But then there's all my discussions of slash, and hot men, and hot men with other hot men, and, well, no.