Day Fifty-Nine, Sixty and Sixty-One: Missing posts?

You'll notice from time to time that I don't post every day, even though that is the promise I made. I'm struggling, right now, with finding what to write. This is not just a blog problem.

I recently set a goal: I would, this year, apply to grad school. I want to study Creative Writing at a top program and I want to earn my M.F.A. This goal requires that I complete 50 polished pages of creative writing. Maybe it's the stress of having a deadline, but I am suffering from the worst case of Writer's Block in recent memory.

I have maybe four stories going at once and every time I take one step forward with them I take about eight back.

The other, not so drastic, problem is that I am house sitting for my parents and they don't have wireless so my lap top is basically useless.

Anyways, enough with the excuse. Forward march.

Day Fifty-Six: Graduate School?

I'm still gonna do it. . . I think. But, I've been reviewing the admission requirements and it's just not in the cards kids. I've decided though, as long as I try I'll be okay settling for what I've got. It's the not trying that'll get you.

Day Forty-Three: Graduate school, waitressing and feeling stuck

I'm excited by the prospect of Graduate School. I've been feeling stuck in a rut lately and a little run-down. Work is good, great even. I have hilarious coworkers and I like my eccentric bosses. Still, it's work. I don't want to work, I never want just a "job" I want to be doing. Out there. In the World.

School was not always perfect or ever perfect but it gave me a sense of Going Forward and I want to feel that again.

Wish me luck, y'all.

Day Forty-Two: Writer's block

It's a true truth that the second you decide to do something which requires of you a creative effort of the writing kind you find yourself in a wasteland of bad ideas suffering from the worst kind of distress: the dreaded writer's block.

Day Forty: Graduate School

I am applying to graduate school. Some of my applications aren't due until March so I'm telling all of you so that when the time comes I don't have any choice but to follow through.

Part of the process? I have to create a creative writing portfolio and fuck if I'm not terrified. This is the ultimate Am I Good Enough situation and you know? I'm not sure I am.