I’ve been working on my final class portfolio, which is due tomorrow. I’m so completely mentally and emotionally checked out of this class it won’t really matter.
I’m so very excited to start thesis. I want to put together reading lists and apply for residencies and write and re-write and send stuff out and go to whatever readings I want to go to and not have to sit in class any more.
So: I’ve decided I’m going away for a month, probably in January, to work on my thesis. I’m trying to figure out where, and I’ve found some residencies around the globe that look fantastic. There’s one in India I’m drawn to, (there’s a residency in ANTARCTICA—yeah!). Right now, I’m feeling a pull back to Australia.
I lived in Perth most of 2003, and while I was there I volunteered for the State Literature Center and took a couple classes. My writing teacher, Melanie, and I became good friends. During my time there I was generally feeling lost about what my next life step should be, and she helped me to see that it was time to seriously pursue writing. She taught me so much—basic lessons I’ve never seen another writing teacher teach—and she was such as supportive friend to my personal struggles (heard of Saturn Returns? Yeah, that was me), helping me to identify what I wanted and needed from life during a turbulent time. My life changed course completely, and she was there during the time when I was in limbo and making huge decisions.
Melanie died three months after I moved home. I miss her. Because I wasn’t there and I’ve never known Perth without her, it’s still really strange to think of her as being gone.
I was with her when I decided to go to grad school, I used material I wrote in her classes for my applications and returning there during thesis would feel like the last half-decade would come full-circle. So, there’s a residency in Perth that I’d like to apply for (I need information on it, and fast—all I know is that the deadline is June 2).
Ideally, I’d love to go in January because that works out best for my work/study schedule, and because they have a HUGE and awesome arts/literature festival that month. It’s a really exceptional writing opportunity—to go to that festival. And it makes sense to my heart—to return during my thesis to the place where I first committed to this life. I don’t know if it’s meant to happen or not. I believe that if I put in the effort, if it’s meant to it will somehow. So: I’ll keep you posted, I guess. Meanwhile, the thought of walking on my old favorite beaches and writing at the Walk Café in Subi and having the rest of my old friends and going to readings downtown at the festival—this makes me very, very happy.
I’m so very excited to start thesis. I want to put together reading lists and apply for residencies and write and re-write and send stuff out and go to whatever readings I want to go to and not have to sit in class any more.
So: I’ve decided I’m going away for a month, probably in January, to work on my thesis. I’m trying to figure out where, and I’ve found some residencies around the globe that look fantastic. There’s one in India I’m drawn to, (there’s a residency in ANTARCTICA—yeah!). Right now, I’m feeling a pull back to Australia.
I lived in Perth most of 2003, and while I was there I volunteered for the State Literature Center and took a couple classes. My writing teacher, Melanie, and I became good friends. During my time there I was generally feeling lost about what my next life step should be, and she helped me to see that it was time to seriously pursue writing. She taught me so much—basic lessons I’ve never seen another writing teacher teach—and she was such as supportive friend to my personal struggles (heard of Saturn Returns? Yeah, that was me), helping me to identify what I wanted and needed from life during a turbulent time. My life changed course completely, and she was there during the time when I was in limbo and making huge decisions.
Melanie died three months after I moved home. I miss her. Because I wasn’t there and I’ve never known Perth without her, it’s still really strange to think of her as being gone.
I was with her when I decided to go to grad school, I used material I wrote in her classes for my applications and returning there during thesis would feel like the last half-decade would come full-circle. So, there’s a residency in Perth that I’d like to apply for (I need information on it, and fast—all I know is that the deadline is June 2).
Ideally, I’d love to go in January because that works out best for my work/study schedule, and because they have a HUGE and awesome arts/literature festival that month. It’s a really exceptional writing opportunity—to go to that festival. And it makes sense to my heart—to return during my thesis to the place where I first committed to this life. I don’t know if it’s meant to happen or not. I believe that if I put in the effort, if it’s meant to it will somehow. So: I’ll keep you posted, I guess. Meanwhile, the thought of walking on my old favorite beaches and writing at the Walk Café in Subi and having the rest of my old friends and going to readings downtown at the festival—this makes me very, very happy.
2 comments:
Mmmm. Beach.
I will send you good vibes and glance at your application if you'd like!
Good luck!
This sounds so dreamy. I hope it works out so you can go in Jan. I am also checked out of class, it will be a relief to be done. Then we should do something fun.
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