On pancake breakfasts and surprisingly productive weekends...
Still here, still fine...
I haven't updated this journal in a really long time. Over the past couple of months I've tried to capture of few memories here; the people I've met, new experiences I've encountered, details about the program, etc. My attempts to do, however, have been stunted every time, rather inexplicably. I guess I'm still somewhat overwhelmed by the notion that I now reside in Millegdeville, GA--though it's something with which I'm coming to terms.
I've made some real friendships here, which, of course, is the most comforting aspect of this new life, and my ability to do so has instilled within me the sense that one should never be afraid to move and start anew. There are, it seems, quality, likeminded people wherever you go.
On Friday, after a night celebrating the winners of the Flannery O'Connor awards for fiction-writing, I'll make my first trip back to Baton Rouge. I'm excited--and, for whatever reason, a little nervous, too. I have a feeling that things might be somewhat awkward at first; too much emphasis will be placed on catching up and things like that. Overall, though, I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone. It'll be a nice breath of fresh air, as the saying goes. Most of all, I'm excited to wake up next to Michelle again.
As far as my writing is concerned, sometimes it goes, others it doesn't. Though I've spent an unhealthy amount of time ruminating over my insecurities, the occasional compliments and bits of encouragement have kept my worries in check.
Thought I'd have more to say. Oh well, an update, albeit a weak one, nonetheless.
I haven't updated this journal in a really long time. Over the past couple of months I've tried to capture of few memories here; the people I've met, new experiences I've encountered, details about the program, etc. My attempts to do, however, have been stunted every time, rather inexplicably. I guess I'm still somewhat overwhelmed by the notion that I now reside in Millegdeville, GA--though it's something with which I'm coming to terms.
I've made some real friendships here, which, of course, is the most comforting aspect of this new life, and my ability to do so has instilled within me the sense that one should never be afraid to move and start anew. There are, it seems, quality, likeminded people wherever you go.
On Friday, after a night celebrating the winners of the Flannery O'Connor awards for fiction-writing, I'll make my first trip back to Baton Rouge. I'm excited--and, for whatever reason, a little nervous, too. I have a feeling that things might be somewhat awkward at first; too much emphasis will be placed on catching up and things like that. Overall, though, I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone. It'll be a nice breath of fresh air, as the saying goes. Most of all, I'm excited to wake up next to Michelle again.
As far as my writing is concerned, sometimes it goes, others it doesn't. Though I've spent an unhealthy amount of time ruminating over my insecurities, the occasional compliments and bits of encouragement have kept my worries in check.
Thought I'd have more to say. Oh well, an update, albeit a weak one, nonetheless.