With two residencies finished and my third residency creeping around the corner, the crushing reality that I am halfway done with my Masters’ degree is both exhilarating and anxiety-inducing. Wasn’t I just finishing up my senior year of college 9 months ago, eagerly looking forward to my first residency at Queens?
Wild times. Speaking of wild, The Tishman Review will be publishing my poem “2 a.m.” in their next issue! I was so happy I announced it to the baristas at the coffee shop I basically live at, and the girl wrote a cute little message on my chai latte:
Now I have four publications under my belt, which ain’t bad for a 20something who works at a call center. I’ve had some job interviews in North Carolina, but the travel expenses (read: gas) are a drain. I know one day I’ll break free from Virginia, but I’m eager to leave.
Just finished my first round of critiques for the distance portion of this program. Under Sally’s guidance, I’ve begun to really dig deep into my peers’ poems and pull apart what works, what doesn’t. It’s demanding and more time-consuming, but it will be worth it in the long run.
I’m still sending some poems out to magazines, but my main focus is to work on what I have rather than send out work that isn’t up to par. I’m also looking at conferences and seminars (see: Sewanee Writers’ Conference), but I’m not 100% sure if I’ll have time to apply.
Aside from that, I have nothing else to say right now. Time for me to put together a poetry packet for next month’s critiques.