I’m going for it, lovies. I’m getting an MFA. I got the email from the program administrator at Queens yesterday that I have to make up my mind – for real this time. No more “next semester” this or “maybe next year” that. My time is up. And I’m going for it. I got the email yesterday, and bought the books this morning. I’M DOING IT!
I’m scared. I’m totally petrified. The motto of the program is “Write Where You Live,” but what if I can’t? I can barely keep up with this blog! What if I can’t be creative after I work all day, and what if I fall asleep trying to read on a Saturday morning? I’m scared. I’m going for it.
I’ll go to Charlotte two weeks a year, and in two years I’ll have an MFA in Fiction Writing. You’re probably wondering why on earth I want to do a thing like that. I have a steady job, Alex is in a very practical graduate program, what’s the point? The point is that I love writing. I don’t do very well with the process, and I sometimes have no idea what I’m doing, but I love writing. I love taking experiences – real and make-believe – and making them into a story. I love making a character. And knowing a character. And being that character when I write about them if I want to – or for that matter, whenever I feel like it. I love it, and I’m going to do it. I’m going to try it. I’m going to see where it takes me.
It costs money, and it costs time. Other than that, it doesn’t disturb my life. I’ll still go to work every day, I’ll still get married in June (!!!), I’ll still keep pinching pennies. I’ll still make dinner, I’ll still try to find time to work out, I’ll still take naps. I’ll just read more. And write a lot. And use my paid time off for weeks of workshops and seminars. I’ll learn more about literature and more about craft and more about myself. My life will still be mine, just richer. And maybe a little busier. :)
I’m doing it.