I turned in my last packet of work as a VCFA student the other day. I'm done. Yes, I do have some end of semester materials to compile and turn in, and I have a reading and a lecture to prepare for at the January graduating residency, and of course I have to participate in graduation, but, virtually, I'm done. I have no more packets. No more amazing faculty members are waiting to critique my work.
I'm on my own again.
Meaning writing on my own. But it's not the same as before. Not at all. Now, I have an arsenal of vocab and techniques and skills to help me move forward. Now, I have a troupe of writing Dystropians by my side. This alone is nothing like that alone, where I had no idea what I was doing, yet thought I did. This alone is much more exciting.
Currently Reading: Nothing!!!!
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
I turned 30 last week. And it's weird because while I'm the same person I've always been in a great number of ways, I'm also very different. Different in good ways. I'm proud of who I am, what I do, and where I'm heading. I have huge goals and even bigger dreams, but I'm also content. That makes me feel special. I have an amazing wife and family. I have friends with big, supportive hearts. I have so many ideas that my mind feels like it might burst sometimes. I'm happy to be me.