Forgive the post title — it’s way past my bedtime and I’m punchy. But I just had to tell you what I’m up to. For the next two weeks I’ll be in that delicious bubble otherwise known as the residency for the graduate writing program at SNHU, only this year I’ve got a new gig….
Tag: MFA
The Pink Dress and a Black Robe
It’s been a wild and woolly few weeks, culminating in my graduation last Saturday evening. Final academic requirement for the MFA was a 20-minute public reading from the body of work produced over the past two years. Seeing as my project title is Homemade Heart, it seemed absolutely necessary that I make my outfit for the…
Post-thesis Celebration
There it is, in the right-hand corner of the photo: the project that kidnapped me for two years. Words cannot describe the relief I feel now that I’m on the other side of 59,000 words and the emotional archaeological dig required to write Handmade Heart – On the run and looking for love. What better…
Things are looking up …
… now that the memoir manuscript, Handmade Heart, is complete. Copies for my mentor and second reader have been delivered. (Mentors’ sign-off signatures will approve my graduation and degree.) Truth be told, I would rather write another critical essay than read aloud in front of an auditorium full of people — but that is the…
The house by the river
These images are from the amazing, jaw-dropping location of our class picnic last week. I’m trying to learn the special features of my Corel Paint Shop Pro and thought I’d take a stab at assembling a collage. It’s not as easy as the mosaic maker on Big Huge Labs, but I like the option of rectangular rather…
Back to School: Dorm Life
Elements from home warm up my dorm room: vintage pillow case; polar fleece throw in favorite colors made by a dear friend; my latest knitting project (a comfort, even if I haven’t knit a single stitch this week); a handled basket that performs dual purpose as packing box and decorative item; the marmalade jar that held my…
Writing Journey – School Report #1
Sunday – day #3. Today we meet and spend the day with Anne Fadiman, our visting master writer. We are in our own bubble of writers and words here, in a beautiful New Hampshire mountain setting. There is even a fox den at the base of our dormitory’s hill, amidst a burbling brook and giant ferns. The momentum…
Back to School
Look who was waiting for me in the garden this morning! It’s back to school for me today. I’ve been accepted into an MFA program for literary writing that operates on what they call “the studio model”. This means that rather than attend weekly classes, each student studies and writes from home, corresponding by mail…