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My future writing life

The last time I mentioned the MFA, I had accepted admission to Mills College. Well…almost a month later, USF called me to tell me I was accepted! I mean, how did that even happen to me? Even now, I can’t believe I was accepted to the only two schools I applied to. Imagine if I had applied to other schools across the country? But I wasn’t about moving again, so I was happy with my decision. Continue reading



Alright universities, no more Mrs. Nice Girl.  I need to know if I’m in or not in these universities!  I’m trying to get my dates straight for my Greece trip and I can’t do anything until I know what’s going on.

Isn’t it quite rude for schools not to notify folks their decision early enough so the potential students can plan?  Honestly, if I haven’t heard by now, maybe the tardy response means a definite no?  One of my friends told me she didn’t hear until mid-April from one school that she was accepted so I’m not completely out of the running.  However, I’m already making plans for other things in my life and because I don’t know what’s up, I’m a frakking sitting duck.  What the frak.

I’m going to hope that in a week, I will receive some type of notification because this is absolutely ridiculous!

Why’s it taking so long?

One of my classmates in my memoir writing class shared with us that she was accepted to the Writer’s Workshop at the University of Iowa.  I was so happy for her and impressed; Iowa is one of the best schools one can get accepted to and its a free ride!  She’ll be missing our class next week and possibly the last class because she’ll be visiting Iowa.  How exciting is that?  She also said that because none of her friends are writers, they have no idea how huge this is.  She’ll be getting her MFA from one of the most prestigious writing schools out there.  Pretty frakking kool.

On my front, second week of March and four schools pending without any indication of acceptance or rejection.  When I check the mail everyday, I brace myself for good or bad news.  Once I notice I don’t have mail from a school, I relax.  But I know when I receive a single thin envelope that its totally a rejection.  I’m waiting on Four, for crying out loud!  It’s driving me crazy.  However, I am writing on a more consistent basis, which is wonderful for me.  Which brings me to…

Am I writing in the wrong genre?  I’m enjoying my memoir writing class too much and have had no interest in crafting a fictional piece.  I’m probably feeling this way because I realize that my submission to graduate school wasn’t interesting or insightful which showed.  I was content with the way the piece was written but not the underlying message or the characters.  I didn’t even like my protagonist; I liked the people causing her harm more than the other way around.

Additionally, because I have been journaling for as long as I can remember, writing about my life is effortless.  Every assignment is a breeze; even the piece that I workshopped the first time and this second time around, I felt proud of and I look forward to receiving feedback.  I think getting workshopped is great but sometimes I rely too much on workshopping when I write a piece.  I anticipate some critiques and most aren’t a surprise, which I’m unsure if its a good thing or a bad thing – meaning, I know my writing so well I know the good and the bad things myself.

I can’t front though; workshopping has significantly attributed to me having the knowledge now about my writing and my pattern.  I have to say I have been amazed at how far I have come from my first workshop.

I am patient with the possibility of having a significant other, moving on my own someday, being at my ideal weight, running a marathon but, I’m extremely impatient with this!  I wanna know Now if I’m in or out so I can move on with my life.  I’ll just bury my head in the sand and wait for my frakking letters.  (R.I.P. John Hughes)

Then there were five…

Today I received a rejection email from Syracuse University.  Another fine choice for a graduate program but somehow, I’m not deflated at all.  I’m ready for the other responses.  I’m gearing up for my next step when all of the letters are in.

I will only feel disappointed if USF rejects me.  The others, not so much, but USF?  The beautiful campus and great Creative Writing department folk that I met?  The opportunity to be surrounded by those gorgeous hills, wine country, the west coast, and chilled out environment (much different from New York City)?  Yeah, I’ll be disappointed. 

For right now, I’m soaking in the good vibes I’m receiving from my friends and anticipating an awesomely awesome upcoming birthday month.  It’s gonna be wild, fun, and exhilarating – especially after I get word from my schools.

Rock on, me!

And the letters begin…

I received my first rejection letter from the University of Texas at Austin.  As soon as I saw the letter, I knew it was a rejection.  Maybe its wrong of me to think back to when as a high school student, I paid attention to the thinness or fattiness of the university envelopes.

Getting into undergraduate school was a breeze – only one school rejected me – Hamilton College – which at the time, I didn’t even know why I applied there in the first place.  I got into every school I wanted.  Even at a Pennsylvania school I never intended on attending like Susquehanna University!

This time around though, is completely different.  My acceptance is based on this – what I’m doing right now – sharing my thoughts and experiences in fictionalized form.  Maybe I jumped the gun; maybe I should have waited another year before applying to grad school.  I feel like the time between applying and now, my writing has already improved.  There are instances that I’m already aware of improvements without a workshop. 

After all that, how do I really feel?  The free ride was a Sweet deal but that’s all I was thinking about.  And because it was a good program.  Was I in love with the prospects of attending UTA?  No.  Am I sad with the rejection?  No.  I got six more schools to hear from.  Bring it on!  I’m ready.