Published again! I haven't the slightest idea why Newspaper Boy from my last entry intimidated me so. I must have been ripe for a meltdown anyway, and simply read his comments at exactly the wrong moment.
I'm zooming about in hot pursuit of admission materials for Carlow University's MFA low-residency Creative Writing program. If I am accepted, I will get to spend eleven blissful days writing and receiving instruction at Carlow's sister school in Carlow, Ireland, a golden and wonderful opportunity. I'm hurrying the process along as fast as I can and have already submitted two essays to mentors at Pitt for their comments before my final rewrites. A lick of a 41¢ stamp (or two, depending on the thickness of the packet) and then off I will go into the cold, snow and ice, to the post office's outdoor, drive-by mailbox with the slot that my car's side mirror always wants to bump. Once I readjust my mirror, my next step will be to gather together and tweak twenty five pages of work, which I consider daunting, despite the strong encouragement and soothing reassurances from my current professor. "Don't worry, be happy," he suggests, right? Of course, right.
So off I go! See you next week.