So, I finished my MFA thesis in February. I will officially receive my diploma in May. I suddenly have all this time to write whatever I want to, read whatever I want to, and post on this blog as often as I want to. And guess what I've done with that time? Well, obviously, I … Continue reading Interruptions, Distractions, Basement Projects, and a Dog Named Lucy
Lessons
Can I make rejection a goal?
To follow up on my last blog about horticultural failure, I thought it might be nice to stick with the theme of setback and focus on one of a writer’s biggest nemeses: rejection. But I’m trying to remain positive, if at all possible. My first rejections as an MFA student came during my second semester. … Continue reading Can I make rejection a goal?
Horticultural Homicide
I have this habit of killing things. It’s not really intentional, and the only things I routinely kill are of the plant variety, but still, I’m noticing a trend. The trouble is, I actually really love plants. I could get lost for hours in a botanical garden. I dream of putting an actual, fully-operational pond … Continue reading Horticultural Homicide
Finding the Line Between Bravery & Fear
Someone somewhere said something profound about there being a fine line between bravery and stupidity. I’d like to amend that just a bit: there’s a fine line between being brave (overcoming your fears) and playing it safe (not pushing yourself hard enough). Here’s my question: How can you tell the difference? I struggle with this … Continue reading Finding the Line Between Bravery & Fear
How It Feels to Be West Virginia Me
I stumbled across this writing prompt and thought it was worth including on this blog. A little over a year ago, the leader of one of my writing workshops shared the piece “How It Feels to Be Colored Me” by Zora Neale Hurston. She then challenged us to take five minutes and write our own … Continue reading How It Feels to Be West Virginia Me
Megan Mallory Martin 