At an age1 when most people are contemplating the rising contribution limits on their 401(k) plans, I’ve decided to invest in what is probably the most unprofitable profession ever: poetry. With a lot of help from teachers and fellow-writers, I’ve been accepted into a low-residency MFA program, and so for the next two years I’ll be reading and writing up a storm and (somehow) continuing to work a day job that I also love2,3. I’m pretty much thrilled.
A friend4 asked to be kept informed about how I was doing and what the program was like, and so here, for your reading pleasure: the narcissistic, neurotic ramblings of a full-time employee, part-time student, and all-time stress case.
This is going to be awesome.
1 None of your damn business.
2 Also exercising.
3 And maybe sleeping.
4 Hi, Ed!
One thought on “Back to School!”
there's something inherently exciting
about the writing of a flame-haired woman