First week of classes of graduate school. TA-ship is going well so far. Jazzed about my workshop class – it’s a non-conventional approach I’m really responding to. We’re doing in class writing, out of class experiences to infuse in our work and some fun projects to keep us exploring the way we generate content before putting it down on the page. Continue reading “Second Semester Thoughts”
As I write this, it’s the middle of the night but I can’t work when the sun is out. I’d rather read, yoga, socialize, or take in some sort of visual media before I generate content on the page. It’s like I need to get out all of the distractions before I get down to work. Continue reading “New Year”
As I approach the last week of this semester, I’d like to revisit what my life looked like last year around this time.
I was working on my submissions, traveling to the Dominican Republic, reading, visiting with family, researching low residency MFA programs as contingency plans, and trying to send out positivity vibes to expunge my crappy 2014 year.
Tuesdays, we discuss the art of crafting long fiction (because we are critiquing the chapters of our novels) so the first part is a lecture and the second half is saved for workshopping classmates’ work. Our instructor discussed the myriad ways an author can choose to start his/her chapters in a novel. While he discussed the possibilities, I wrote down notes for my story, already mixing up my flow for my novel. If anything, every time I walk into class, my brain whirs with information, absorbing and instantly applying those techniques to my work. Can you tell I’m still excited about this experience after my third week? Continue reading “Third Week of Graduate School”
This week challenged my brain. Challenged my sensibilities. Most importantly, challenged my abilities as a writer and thinker. In my workshop class, we critiqued a short story and discussed the techniques of craft and also, the themes weaved in that fine braid of storytelling and writing. I found myself struggling, but only briefly, because this […]
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 “Workshop Week Complete”
“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 “First Workshop in Graduate School”