Additionally, I am in my final semester as a graduate student at Chatham University. With the guidance of my director, my thesis is coming together and I am revising all the bits and pieces and trying to make a cohesive whole. The date for completion looms and then there will be the final defense. Assuming the best, I'll leave Chatham with a piece of paper declaring my Mastery of Creative Writing.
I haven't visited my blog in some time because it seemed irrelevant, unimportant, unconnected. The work I put into this was overtaking my desire and becoming a chore. Now, many months later, sitting here facing the white pages of Blogger, memories stir of all the other blog posts I have written, all the feedback I've received, all the power that writing these words has contained.
I've done a lot of writing for free. Putting my words out there to contribute something, to say my piece, to be a part of the conversation. And all those contributions were important in their own way. But as I face stepping into the world with an MFA, a bunch of debt, and a desire to be paid for my writing, I wonder what this blog means and where it fits in to my creative life. I won't be writing book reviews any more, nor adding to my nature writing series or backyard photo collections. I love haiku, but writing those doesn't excite me anymore.
Life's transitions are upon me. I don't really know the answer to the Then what? question. But I think as I walk the path where kids grow up and I have proof that I am a writer and money is an object, this blog will transition with me.
Let's see what happens.