Actually, I’ve been living in the land of the living. Now, I’m coming back to the land of writing.  Excited, hopeful, nervous, not wanting to put too much into this… At the same time, I truly believe this could be my last shot. If I don’t write now, I may never have the chance again. (How long can I exist without a meaningful career?)

NEWS! I’m registered for an online revision workshop this coming December with A.J. Verdelle, my graduate school mentor and thesis adviser.  With Wayne gone, she and my mother are my only champions remaining.  As much as I love my mom, A.J.’s got a lot more experience in the writing arena.  Also, she’s better at kicking my butt.

When I was her student before, I gleaned maybe a fraction of her wisdom.  I was far too “busy” to take anything she said seriously. At least, I’d like to blame it on that and not on my ever-present and usually detrimental bravado.   But A.J. thinks I have some sort of natural talent–which I have to agree with (duh)–and she’s willing to give me a second chance because of it.  It’s my turn now to take advantage of the opportunity.  This time, for real.