I have been absent for an inexcusable amount of time. And yes, I’ve actually had people ask me where I’ve been. Here. I’ve been here. It’s just that I’ve been working. Working, working. Working so, that I blinked and the holidays came and went.
This morning a friend asked, “working where?” Ok, so it’s not a paying job (how long can I get away with saying that?!), but it’s honest effort.
Since unemployment came my way last year I have been thinking: what now? And though late (by standards of true planners), I decided on graduate school…for my MFA in Creative Writing. The idea had been tucked away somewhere in the back of my mind for some time and at the end of every conversation with my mother over the past nine months, it was: “So have you thought more about school?”
“Yes, yes mom,” I would reply. “I want to go. I just have to start researching it.”
Well, as I’ve said before, mothers know best. I should have started researching months before I finally did. So since then, it has been non-stop preparing. Studying for the GRE, meeting with a tutor, taking the GRE (yuck!), writing and re-writing submissions, statements of purpose, personal statements (the same? Not the same!…?), my ‘autobiography’, my resume, literary essays…and so on and so forth. I have realized that if you decide to do this, you really have to want it. And I do. Out of the eight schools to which I am applying (the more the better as some take only six to eight students per genre per year) I have four applications finished…and four to go.
I am busy yes, but well aware that this is in fact a shiny new decade, hopefully with many good things to come. My fingers are crossed for graduate school. For now, I will shoot– for one, as I have so many years in the past– to be on time….with my applications. I hope to get the rest of them out early actually. And when those are complete, I will be a better blogger. And finish my book, and lose ten pounds and read more, and continue training for the marathon and keep up with the news better and…