Learning Is A Treasure That Will Follow Its Owner Everywhere
Updated: Apr 28
And this is where I lie in bed at nights and think, "Oh, crappppppppppppppppppp."
Right now, I'm 3/4ths of the way through my current semester at SNHU—only two modules left! And after that, I start my final semester. On one hand, I can't believe the end is here. On the other hand, I must be a glutton for punishment because I'm more than halfway completed my application to Emerson College's Master's Program. Popular Fiction Writing and Publishing. To be perfectly honest, I'm both excited and scared. The time to finish the program can range anywhere from five semesters to five years. While I certainly don't want to take five years, I also have to juggle work and my studies without either one slipping. The plus side will be that most of my MFA schoolwork will be working on a novel, so I don't have to find extra time to write on top of doing homework as I do now.
Part of me thinks, "Why in the world are you doing this to yourself?" But, then I look at the stories I wrote before my first SNHU class. Don't get me wrong—I still love them. I'm still proud of them for what they are. But knowing what I know now, I can see the glaring flaws. The overused adverbs. The bogged down writing with "so" and "just" strew about like litter in the 70s. A lot of the stories in Stranger Things Have Happened could've used more edits/drafts, but I was in a rush to get the book out into the wild that I put out stories that were 'okay' (at best) instead of decent or better. I'm still upset at myself over that. I won't make the same mistake with my next collection.
And that's it. I can come with various story ideas, but if I can't put them into execution, what's the point? So I need to keep honing my craft, and the only way to really do that is to write. And the Master's Program at my final decision for school (whatever school I choose) will give me time to write while providing me the feedback I need. It's a win-win situation and a no-brainer despite the fact I never thought I'd spent the majority of my forties in school. It's still scary though. And I'm terrified of my top choices not accepting me.
I feel like I'm going to start rambling soon, but truthfully, I'm using this blog post to keep me from facing the two-page essay I have to write as part of my Emerson application. I guess I can't put it off forever if I want to make a May 1st deadline.