In which Katie makes peace with an acceptance letter
As you may remember, gentle readers, a little over a year ago when this blog began, I had just received a slew of rejection letters from full time MFA programs, and I was processing my disappointment. These days, though, I’m in a bit of a different position.
Along about January of this year, I found myself once again pining for a community of writers and some structured feedback on my stories. I had kept my eye on low-residency programs for a couple of years, so on a whim I did a quick double-check of my options, chose the one I liked, and submitted my application in a flurry of deadline-defying activity. Lo and behold I was accepted at Spalding University.
So far preparing for the first semester, which begins this week, has been busy but satisfying. I’ve already polished up a short story that lay languishing in my home storage vault and sent it in for workshop #1. I’ve read the orientation materials and have begun thinking about my semester study plan. I’ve applied for and received a small scholarship. By all measures, things are going quite well.
And yet, even from the other side of the acceptance boundary, I still feel some ambivalence about writing programs in general. Will I be forced into a mold that makes me just like other writers? Will I be convinced that the way to success is to write fiction that is competent but bland? Continue reading