In the process of preparing my old computer files for migration to the new laptop, i have come across a happy discovery of journal entries that were once posted elsewhere and which i thought were lost. I'm not so vain as to think anyone will want to go back and read my ancient musings, but i'm happy to have the writing just the same. I'll be plugging them in to their rightful chronologocial space as time permits.
I think I've once again talked myself out of signing up for an MFA program. I read a whole book comparing programs and found 4 that sounded promising. Then i went to the sites and looked at the specific curricula and realized that I don't want to spend a lot of time on critical reading of other people's work. I just want to write. So i will embark on a "semester" of self discipline, taking the guides from the programs i was interested in and self motivating, but not spending time socializing or getting to know the voices of other students. And if i don't do it... perhaps that is my answer. No point in letting others count on me to not do the work.
It is Texas Summer now, which is the equivalent of an Iowa Winter. Neither are times when there is much room for outdoor pursuits so it is the perfect time to read and write and work on the computer. I'm going to see if i can rebuild my website. How long have i been saying that?
