On July 21st 2012, I made a leap. I am officially a graduate from Fairfield University's MFA program. While it didn't hit me immediately, graduating from graduate school has helped to further cement the fact that I am now entrenched in this journey towards true adulthood. Adulthood being this scary, mapless terrain filled with far less road signs and some rather intimidating groaning and screeching off in the distance.
What does this mean exactly? Well, firstly, it means that now there are no assignments--I have no one grading me on my failures or successes. I have no poetry packet deadlines to work towards, no academic writing to achieve, no one championing me to keep on creating. As a writer who has been coddled by the support of an academic community, it feels as if I've been set loose. So, how do I begin?
In the last few weeks, I've been trying to wrack my brain for ways to keep myself active both intellectually and creatively. A big portion of this is keeping myself an active reader as well as an active writer. About a week ago, I stumbled upon a list of books, 30 Books Everyone Should Read Before Their 30th Birthday, and decided that, being nearly 25, I should attempt to read the books on the list that I have yet to read. I'm beginning with Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita.
In the writing realm, I've decided to challenge myself by further exploring poetic forms. Starting with the sestina, I hope to blog about my writing processes and develop a poetic arsenal of formal poetry. Lovely readers, you can help me on this journey by giving me end words for my sestinas as well as suggesting funky poetics for me to explore.
More goodness later, loves.
R
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