Date:         Sun, 23 Aug 1998 03:30:12 EDT
From: Joey Fiorella <Fiorellaj@AOL.COM>
Subject:      [WRITERS] FILLER:BIO:Joey Fiorella

Dear Fellow Writers,

I'm embarrassed to say I did this backwards.  I suppose I should have sent
this short bio _before_ I subbed my short story, _Marital Murder Syndrome_.
I'm sorry.  I confess that the first time I read the FAQ I did so quickly.  So
better late than bitter butter.

My name's Joey Fiorella.  When I was a young boy I met with my friends for
Saturday night pizza parties.  We made the dough from scratch, and each
party's climax came when we partnered up to stretch the dough.  I prefer my
crust thin and crispy, more New York than Chicago.

I talk fast and I write slow.  Sometimes I write poems, and they're almost
never about love.

I like to dance.  When I work out at the local gym I always ask the pretty
lady to put on rock and roll, just so I can do the treadmill right.  Although
I visit the gym at least three times a week, my biggest muscle is inside my
head, and oftentimes it cramps up and stops me from thinking.  Anyone else
here have this same problem?

I studied literature when I was an undergrad, and most of what I now remember
has to do with killing poems and waxing aesthetic while my housemates drank
the better beer.  What the hell; it was all for fun, and I still love Joey
Fiorella.

My graduate work was unexciting, but at the time I felt grown-up for putting
in the effort, and anyway, without graduate school I'd never have ridden the
subway so much, nor eaten so many corned beef sandwiches late at night.

I read a lot, but I suppose everyone here does the same.  These days I'm re-
reading William Stafford (truth is I'm always re-reading William Stafford),
and I yesterday finished William Styron's _Darkness Visible_.

I write most every day, journal stuff to warm up, essays that some like to
call memoir pieces and others like to call self-indulgence, and poems.  As
well, I play with tales of suspense, like the one I just subbed here.

Let's see...I love my cat when she doesn't puke on the carpet; I like the
water but I can't swim; and I sing fairly well a cappella and hauntingly well
with the stereo cranking out accompaniment.

I'm happy to be here.

Grazie,

Joey Fiorella