Margaret Atwood’s themes of survival, images of the body, and the implicit questions about what it means to be female reached inside me and shook me. Slowly, on the cusp of twenty years old, I began to wake from a dark, oblivious sleep.
My last post was about my choice to pursue on MFA in creative writing. This one’s about which MFA program I chose and how I chose it.
But first I’d like to echo the article Poets & Writers wrote on the topic this past fall and say that my decision to
I’m taking a break from the hideous story I’ve been posting so I can capture what it’s been like to write like an insane killer: serially. Okay, that’s dramatic.
But writing a story in chunks and putting those drafty chunks out there for others to inspect feels as if I’m barfing on