Morning pages: six out of seven days. I don’t think I hit that half page truth point yet on any kind of regular basis. I do find that if I don’t do the pages first thing in the morning, when I hit that half page point I totally lose steam. If I write first the pages (and time) fly by.
Artist date: I went to an art show at the local library. Interesting bronze sculptures and lovely gouache/watercolors paintings. I feel like I don’t put much thought or effort into these excursions and they definitely haven’t felt adventurous, except for the fashion show. I have some plans for later this month. We’ll see how they pan out.
Getting an MFA in creative writing came up on two of my lists this week. What I would do if I had money at 20 and at 65. The best writing retreat I went on was with Ron Carlson at the Kenyon Writer’s Workshop, which they call a bootcamp for writers. For a week I was completely immersed in the art and craft of writing. Generating about a dozen new stories; sitting in the library late at night finishing up an assignment; listening the writing of my peers; talking about books and the writing process; being surrounded by people who get it. All without the responsibility of my daily life. We went to college night this past week for our daughter and I loved all the possibilities spread out for her. I’ve always enjoyed school. I’m good at it. But our priority is getting them through college at this point. If we ever win the lottery, then maybe it’ll be my turn. In the meantime I am trying to think of ways to implement my own personal MFA program with reading lists, writing texts, assignments, my writing group, etc… a way to immerse myself within the structure of my daily life instead of apart from it.