I. Am. So. Dumb. Three semesters into a nonfiction MFA I’m still having things fall into place which I should have already figured out. Last semester I started kind of writing anything at all, since my word count was so low and I was still so unfocused with my thesis. One of the things I wrote about was going to […]
I read with interest this piece by Sara Finnerty on Brevity’s Nonfiction Blog. It’s a list of things she wishes she had told herself after her completing her MFA. I would argue that they are things one should address during the MFA. She writes about failure, about abandoning the goal of getting published and fear of others’ opinions. I think […]
My new day job requires a 25-mile commute (each way), so I now spend an hour and a half to two hours every day in my car, and thanks to Houston’s horrible highway designs it often feels like a fight for survival. Here’s a Transtar photo of what I have to do as soon as I hit the highway on my way home: I get on 288 and immediately have to make my way across the three right lanes leading to highway 59 in order to get to I-45, accessible only through the two left lanes. During rush hour that means I either rely on the kindness of other drivers or cut them off mercilessly. Every day I go through that. Sometimes I have stayed late at the office just to avoid the time of greatest congestion. But it should be better now that I finally – just yesterday – got an audio book from the library. At least there will be some purpose to the drive besides testing my and my car’s ability to simply survive.
Screen shot from shows and films I’ve watched recently on Netflix. Evidence of a troubled mind?