Know what? Of course, I'd love to go to Yaddo, but really I just like saying "Yaddo" aloud and I imagine if I got to go there I would get to say it a lot more.
Duh, Red Rover Red Rover Yaddo doesn't want to bring little old me over.
Today, in the bookstore, Audrey Niffenegger stopped in to shop and she is the nicest and she told us Yaddo invited her over for part of the summer and how she was just going to read the whole time.
I haven't written a book that sold millions of copies like her, though, so then when I saw the letter in my mailbox turning me down last night, I didn't feel so bad. Except that I would have no reason to say "Yaddo" aloud in sentences instead of repeating it under my breath.