Workshop Week Complete

8 pm. Returned from class break, tugged the building door handle with no success. “What the frak?” I thought. Perhaps that entrance was closed and the other side would be open. Annoyed at this point, I walked to the other entrance with the same result. I almost gave up until I saw a card reader at the door. “Aha! I shall use my ID for access!” I thought cleverly. I swiped and swiped…and swiped. No dice. Continue reading

First Workshop in Graduate School

“Write the book that only you can write,” our instructor told us on Tuesday evening in our workshop class. We didn’t do any ice breakers to get to know each other; we just dove in. I loved every second of this. This wasn’t a workshop that I was taking because I’m a writer; this was a workshop part of a graduate school program. Perhaps I’m adding too much weight to the “graduate school” aspect. Perhaps I’m still reeling how the frak I got in, how the frak I landed here, and what I’ll do to make sure I belong here.  Continue reading

‘Twas the Night Before Grad School

‘Twas the night before grad school, when all the through the apartment, my roommate was stirring, by clicking a mouse. My books on the table, to be read with care, in hopes that all my writing wishes come true. Continue reading

On Traveling

Travel

Last month, I went on cruise for the first time ever (which is a huge reason why I’ve been so silent). I visited Alaska and I fell in love with the state. I learned about the native history, drank in the breathtaking sights, and satiated my wanderlust that I’d be craving for years.

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Take-A-Step Thursday #1: Consistency

Inspire others

What inspired me this week? I don’t know, myself? I obtained a temporary assignment after I made the leap last month to quit my job without having another job lined up.  I registered for my MFA classes in the fall (yes!). I have a job interview at my school (which would be So convenient) and I have no pain in my ankles (I sprained both my ankles on separate occasions and depending on my footwear, my ankles ache but not recently!)! All in all, lots to be grateful for. Continue reading

Literary Magazines

literary magazines

On the panel regarding literary magazines at the Oakland Book Festival, the panelists discussed how extremely financially difficult it is to put out a literary magazine. This brought to mind, “Who reads these magazines?” Continue reading

Oakland Book Festival

Oakland Book Festival

This Sunday, I attended the first ever Oakland Book Festival in downtown Oakland. So much inspiration in one place from so many different panels taking place at the same time.

Because there was so many panels occurring at the same time, I only attended four. How people were able to weave in and out of these rooms (that were each at capacity!) beats me.  Continue reading