Happy National Day on Writing! What exactly does that mean? Well, if say you were a teacher, professor, instructor, etc, you could potentially celebrate the day doing something fun and creative with your class.
Last night, I participated in Lit Crawl because I was on the committee. I volunteered for Litquake two years ago when I arrived in the Bay Area from New York City. Being a reader for as many years as I can recall, I didn’t particularly seek out literary events. Until I first volunteered with Litquake. And then again with Lit Crawl last night.
I had the opportunity to witness hear people of color recite their experiences in poetry and prose. Then I heard women share their sexual experiences and exploits with wine and cheese. Finally, I listened to stories from veteran contributors to the punk rock movement surrounded by books. I was swimming in literary ecstasy.
I can’t even begin to describe my experience as a member of this literary community. I can say that I’m now a member! Observing the crowds roam in the Mission from location to location, looking at their maps to find the next place to attend, enjoying the love of words communally – I was filled with an indescribable joy. These are my people! Maybe I AM in the right city!
Last night I came to the realization that I generally enjoy coordinating events and want to seek out opportunities to do more in the literary scene. Apart from my east coast roots, my first love will always be with words, stories, and literature. Litquake and Lit Crawl are phenomenal. I have lots of respect for everyone behind the scenes making both of these events happen yearly and hope to be involved for years to come.
I had a great time and can’t wait to do it again next year!
On Friday, I took a personal day from work to visit the lovely Mills College in Oakland. Sweaty from the brisk walk to arrive on campus, I managed to meet with one of the professors in the Creative Writing department before my campus tour.
I’m made my decision. I’m applying to five schools this time around. I know the MFA book mentions I should apply up to seven or more schools but who has that kind of money? I sure don’t.
I’m currently enrolled in three UC Berkeley Extension classes to obtain my Post-Baccalaureate Certificate in Writing. Sitting in my Tuesday evening class, I wondered, Is my enthusiasm for the craft more than my actual talent for writing?
“Why are you applying to these programs at this point in your life? What are you hoping to gain from this experience?”
I’ve been mulling over that question all day regarding applying to MFA programs. It’s one of the questions from Tom Kealey’s book, The Creative Writing Handbook and I posted on a previous post three years ago. So as I embark on this MFA game, I struggle with this question because I’ve wanted the MFA so bad, but why?
Five years ago, if someone told me I’d still be blogging, I wouldn’t believe it.
I was in my mid twenties and was gung ho about working in publishing.
I was living in New York City having the time of my life.
I was working at the College Board.
I was studying for the GRE.
I took the GRE for the first and last time in my life.
I applied to obtain my masters in fine arts degree at schools across the country.
I had visited San Francisco for the first time.
I was enrolled in Landmark Education (more on that in another post).
I started my horror blog.
I saw No Doubt in concert (for the first time) at Jones Beach (fantastic venue).