This summer is wonderful. I have my own place, a bike, a job, rainbow sherbert, and uninterruped hours to figure out what to do with the next phase of life, which, since I am unattached (no pets, even), gets to be whatever I want it to be.
I was accepted into Hamline’s Fine Arts in writing program. The closer it gets to fall term, the more intensely I think about my own writing. When/where do I write the most/best? I haven’t been writing long enough or seriously enough yet to find that out.
Is school the best way to take a serious look at what one can accomplish? I tend to lean towards yes, but then I think of writers without advanced degrees whose work I love. But then I think of how many more of them I will find out about and/or meet…
How wonderful and frightening, and exhausting, to be thirty, with so much life that could still go anywhere.