Wednesday, 11 April 2012
It’s been a while, and I’ve admittedly been avoiding this post for quite some time now. As with writing of any form, blogging is an effort difficult to sustain. It seemed better to keep my writing to myself, and go along quietly that way until death. Unfortunately, I’ve found I’m much too vain for such an exit.
This post stands as a platform for my reintroduction to the oddly named blogosphere. I’ve decided that the Internet needn’t suffer my absence, lest the totality wilt. I beg for my loyal readers’ forgiveness; as I type these words, the reign of this terrible sabbatical ends.
Sorry, I’m grandiloquent for the hell of it. There’s something to be said for bombast. Namely, “Stop it.” Anyway, allow me to explain and subsequently excuse my nonappearance:
The last post date is, appropriately, September. That’s a damn long time ago. But, if it placates you, dear reader, let it be known that any unfaithfulness to this blog was inspired by good intention. Indeed, I used my final collegiate semester to apply to MFA programs.
Applying to MFA programs is a violent process.
For those uninitiated, a brief primer: It is difficult to be accepted into any Master’s of Fine Arts program. It’s commonly recommended that a student apply to as many as ten programs in the hope of better odds. (This is like shooting fowl with an M249.) So respect those MFA hopefuls.
Filling out ten applications (complete with 60-90 pg. MS) takes quite a bit of time. Especially if you find it necessary to create each manuscript from scratch. So, between classes, applications, and writing for pleasure––a misnomer if one ever existed––my irregular blogging soon ceased altogether.
In December of this year, I graduated from college a semester early. So, for those keeping tabs, I now hold a degree in
employment at Barnes&Noble English Literature. I didn’t pursue other minors or majors. I was in Journalism briefly, but thanks to some god, dropped out quickly.
(If I’ve got any admirable trait, it’s that I stick to my passions regardless of logic; this is indicated by the long, inconsequential trail of days that represents my life.)
With a little extra time on my hands, I decided to backpack in Europe. After all, where is a twenty-something to go but overseas? Alas––as with every repressed American––grandiose images of the Alps and the City of Lights wouldn’t relent, and in February I left to spend a month in France and Switzerland.
It was not what might be described as “warm”.
Thankfully, my blind lust for exotic adventure blurred reality just enough that such an undertaking seemed both advisable and responsible. Until the large Boeing wheels had graced Charles De Gaulle tarmac, the brutality and extent of the winter soon to smack Europe had eluded me.
However, thanks to careful packing––I’m an avid, rugged and generally handsome outdoorsman––I’d bought enough warm layers, gear, and socks to last the month. Despite some scares, (the trail an avalanche leaves down a 23,000ft mountain is unbelievable) I enjoyed myself, and witnessed a private, unrivaled beauty.
Oh, and importantly: while in Avignon, I got in touch with my parents. While this was miraculous in itself (public phones in rural france seemed unable to call anyone, anywhere), I was surprised to hear that I’d been accepted to Iowa Writer’s Workshop. I’d been dubious about my prospects, having previously been denied from three schools.
Success might be the only ‘demotivator’ more powerful than busyness. I returned in March from Europe; I was refreshed, avid, and less troubled by the ever-haunting prospect of failing as a writer. I had then no desire to return to the (rewarding) drudgery of Internet journalism. This included my positions at InReads, Escape into Life, and, of course, here.
I’ve brought this neatly around to the present. Much of my opinions haven’t changed, which partly explains my disappearance. I’m dubious about the Internet; I prefer, whenever possible, to remain logged off. It seems much pleasanter to write in private, publish if possible, and otherwise stay mostly quiet.
Some things changed my mind. Firstly, the work on my blog was often kindly praised by readers. It secured me a freelance position with the Richmond Times Dispatch, and, I believe, made me a credible candidate for grad school. I’ve more or less realized that to have a future in this field (and maintain a relative level of passion) I’ve got to have some sort of online presence; there’s certainly nowhere I’d rather do it than here.
So, I’m mostly back, and actually pretty excited. I’m excited to reconnect with the various literary communities that I once visited often, and gain, hopefully, the support of a loyal readership again. I’ve streamlined the categories of this site, so the posted content will be what has been historically praised: Interviews, creative work, and commentary. By slimming things down, I assume I’ll be able to post more consistently.
Finally, I’ll just post some places my writing’s been published. I’m not sure what people have seen in my absence, and it never hurts to prove I’m not entirely useless.
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