Tag Archives: Writing

News! Of the Grad School Variety.

I don’t know how to start this announcement, but I want to tell you still:

I got into grad school.

I’m going to grad school.

As long as I can figure out the funds (and I think that I can), I start this summer. June 22.

So…okay. I’ve wanted to attend grad school for a long time. I first tried back as an undergrad to get into a costuming MFA program, but I was too much of a baby and they didn’t want me (which was very good). Over the years, I’ve toyed with the idea again. I even applied (and was accepted!) to a couple of programs, but when it came time to make the final decision, I didn’t do it. I wasn’t ready to invest the time or the money into studying what I was sort of already doing. Not that I don’t have A LOT to learn, or that an MFA in costuming wouldn’t be useful, but… I don’t know. It never felt right.

Recently, I started looking into MFA programs in writing. I had mixed feelings. While I think craft can be taught (and I have a lot to learn!), I don’t think you need an MFA to write. You can just write. The books or stories or poems you’re writing will teach you new things every time you attempt them. Some (most!) of my favorite authors don’t have big, fancy degrees.

And yet.

I still wanted to do it. And not just any writing program, but writing for children.

Oh, and also, I didn’t want to give up costuming.

So. MFA program. Writing for children. Low Residency. There are actually multiple programs that fit this very narrow bill.

But I wanted one more thing. I wanted the chance, down the road, in the program, to study literature. To delve deep in a scholarly, academic way, into words and themes. To extract meaning. And all of the programs do this to some extent. But one did it better than the others. So I applied to that one.

And Monday evening I received THE letter: Hollins University has accepted me to their MFA in children’s literature program. So far, on paper, it’s a perfect fit. It’s an MFA program, so I’ll be focused on writing. It meets for 6 weeks in the summer, when I’m off anyway. And best of all, there’s an MA track. So if I want to take those meaty literature courses, I’ll be able to. Or maybe, I’ll have to. I haven’t gotten that far yet.

So. There you have it.

I’m going to grad school.

Also: here’s a picture of a cat. You’re welcome.

Tagged , , , ,

the Homeland

The husband and I were able to go back to Michigan, our native land, this summer for about two weeks. It’s the first time we’ve made the trip since we moved away last August and it was amazing to get away.

Sometimes though, it’s hard to go home. People have busy lives and are trying to fit you in, and while you are loved and wanted, there are times when you just don’t quite belong anymore. You don’t have a place to call your own really. It can be uncomfortable and disorienting. And, for us at least, it involves a lot of driving from family house to other family house, all 45 minutes or more away from the other. Because it’s the rural Midwest and the neighboring towns just aren’t that close.

But then, of course, there’s this:

An early morning at home.

An early morning writing session on a second floor balcony at my parents’. Heaven. 

Michigan is beautiful, even more than on its surface, because it has a special place in both of our hearts.

And it’s lovely to come home. We get to see all the people we love that are so far away, and see what’s changed. we get to see everyone’s new endeavors succeeding. My Mom and Grandma will cook the things they know we like (lemon poppyseed cake! baked macaroni and cheese!), and the husband’s parents will take us out (live celtic music and gourmet food at a local winery!).  We spend time reading and sleeping and listening to the birds sing. Last night I heard an owl hooting through my open window.

And this trip I’ve spent a lot of time dreaming and writing, and sharing my writing with my family, which was a special treat. I wasn’t quite sure how everyone would react. I worried they would brush it off as another dream of their dreamer sister/niece/daughter/granddaughter. Much to my surprise and delight, they love it all.

Tagged , , ,

The First Submission

I just submitted a very short story to a blog. I really, really like the super short format, it’s only about 150 words long. I think it allows (forces?) people to write with mystery and brevity. I think mine is good, but still my stomach churns and gurgles at the thought of rejection. You would think as my adult life has been spent in theatre, which is full of rejection, I would be a little more immune to the fear, but so far, I have not.

Ah, well. As they say: nothing risked, nothing gained.


Tagged , ,