Surfing the Web yesterday, I came across Tayari Jones discussing how she picked the winners of the Indiana Review Fiction Contest, which made me say, "Aww damn, I didn't win." So that led me to the contest Web site. Imagine my somewhat pleasant surprise to see my name and story listed as a finalist (I say "somewhat" because it was an annoying day). The story is called "David Sherman, The Last Son of God." The first sentence is: God is from Cross River, everyone knows that. I read a piece of it at Big Bear Cafe this summer. It's from the novel/novel-in-stories/whatever that I've been working on. It's the second piece of that thing to get some shine, the first being a story called, "Juba." That one got me a trip to Africa. I'm going to celebrate by writing a new paragraph and grading a bunch of papers.