I’m so behind ya’ll. Life and stuff. But ya know the da deal. Continue reading “Writer Shenanigans”
Last week, I had some funky energy and had to take care of myself emotionally, so that affected my flow (hence my lack of post). But everything turns around so very quickly when you are mindful and take care of yourself mentally and physically.
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”
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 […]
“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”
“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? Continue reading “The MFA game”
Tonight, I spent time with my former classmates from a UC Berkeley Extension writing class I took which ended in April. I hadn’t felt that plugged into the writing community, ever, really. My instructor was present, who is simply one of the gentlest and caring instructors I’ve had the pleasure of having, and a big chunk of my other classmates. Since our writing class took place on Wednesdays, we wanted to keep the momentum going and meet monthly on the same day. Continue reading “Screen Free Week – Day Three”