I took two solid weeks on a vacation from writing. After the marathon of effort that is NaNoWriMo, I not only needed it, but I deserved it.
Last Wednesday, I potted two new bonsai. It was a task I’d put off for a couple of weeks, but I was in a good mood, and finally sat down to do it. Continue reading “Potting Two New Bonsai”
Where did the year go? A moment ago it was the start of summer, and now it’s time to give thanks. Continue reading “Happy Thanksgiving, 2017!”
I found unexpected good fortune everywhere this last Monday. Continue reading “Goblin Kismet Last Monday”
August, good lord. What a difficult month. Among other things, my bike was stolen and my husband was out of work for almost four weeks (through no fault of his own). My birthday’s also in August, and I just wasn’t feeling as excited about it as usual.
Consequently, I’ve not given this site much attention. Continue reading “Get Old on a Bike in August”
A post for you tomorrow, and my regular posting schedule (Wednesdays at 9AM) to resume next week.
Continue reading “Posts to resume”
I brought my bike onto campus this week with the goal of riding it to a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. Well, I ended up chickening out on the ride that day and took the bus. I was afraid of getting lost, or showing up late, or showing up utterly soaked in sweat (all equally bad scenarios!). Google Maps showed the bike commute as taking only 15 minutes by bike, but that seemed a bit optimistic for me. Continue reading “Trying a Bike Commute”
“The most beautiful part of your body / is where it’s headed.” – Ocean Vuong, “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong“
One of my goals for this year was to apply to graduate schools. I’ve long considered going to back to school for a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. I thought it would help me improve my craft, give me time to write, put me in touch with others in the writing community, among other things. There were a few obstacles in my way, but I was working on them. I took college classes to improve my undergraduate GPA. I produced a body of work for my portfolio. I narrowed down my program choices, then narrowed them further.
Finally, last December, DH and I sat down and review the numbers.
A budget is that magical place where dreams either hit the pavement running, or just hit the pavement. Because even at a low-residency program where I keep my day job, we were looking at a cost of $60,000. That is just not feasible, given our current financial situation.
It’s a disappointing reality to have to choose between things like “having a kid” and “buying our first house” in the next five years and furthering your education in pursuit of a dream. But ultimately, education can be postponed, whereas other goals have stricter timelines.
But these kinds of moments can have a clarifying impact, as well. It cuts away the coal to reveal the diamond truth beneath: My dream is not to get an MFA. My dream, in its clearest expression, is to have a career publishing my work. The only thing that requires is hard work, some luck, and a lot of writing. I can manage that on my own.
I recently joined Instagram. I joined for no special reason, though I can see the circumstances leading it up to it clearer with some distance. Firstly, it was on the tail of my sister starting her small business in fiber arts and aromatherapy. I’ve also been involved in community outreach at work, which has incorporated social media. And a number of the student employees that I work with are active on a variety of social media platforms.
I started using my (limited) graphic design skills to highlight some of my poetry. When I ran out of my own poetry, I found other people’s poetry to use–like Ocean Vuong, and William Carlos Williams.
I’ve tried to publish twice a day, Monday through Friday. It’s a fairly demanding schedule, but it’s been forcing me to broaden my poetry horizons. That benefit alone makes this side project worthwhile to me.
If you’re feeling in the mood for some lovely words set to lovely pictures, check out my Instagram feed and leave a like.
Having a day job means that I get to dream about my ideal work day quite a bit. This is the alluring charm of idealizing something from a distance: It simply doesn’t have the freedom to bump up against the real. Continue reading “Ideal Work Day”