2011 has started and I’m nervous. So many people said they were glad 2010 was over and that it was horrible. I didn’t think so. I felt blessed. If only because the years before 2010 were so awful, it made last year seem really great. Now the new year has begun and the challenges before me are considerable. I’m a bit scared. I’m working on a new novel that is just wacked out crazy. I kind of love it, but wonder how others will react. That’s not something one can control, a wise teacher once said to me. I accept that. All I can do is write with love. Put all my imagination, craft, and skill into it and hope for the best.
I’ll be attending my final MFA residency at the end of the week. I’m excited and sad about it. I can’t help but think of graduation and the end of the program for me. I’ve loved every moment of my Stonecoast experience, even the hard parts. I think I’m a better writer for it. Well, at least I hope so. Anyway, that’s were I’m at: scared and hopeful for the new year…