Today my Facebook status was "I'm toast. Butter it," which was more creative writing than I've pursued in weeks.
Why am I here again? I wrote very expressly on my Statement of Purpose that I wanted time to write.
PhD life STILL beats working. And last week was taken over by such worthwhile activities as hanging out with visiting writer Brenda Miller, a time period during which I received not one but two (!) free lunches. Supposedly other people "missed" the email but you can't afford to make those amateur, MFA mistakes! Not when it comes to food.
I ordered a cheese plate, salad AND shrimp pasta bathed in saffron cream sauce.
I discovered on the ride home from the airport that Miller is a Montana MFA from the Kittredge era. Even better, she is totally down with the Golden Girls longhouse in Anaconda. (This is the post-man retirement plan in which we get a huge, warm house, write by day, drink wine and cook at night. Mornings we hold our coffee mug, stand on the deck overlooking the snowy-capped vista and exclaim "Ahhhh!")
After Brenda Miller left there was Halloween.
All I can say there is fun, but ooof.
Okay, off to grade PowerPoint presentations for my second job that I'm not supposed to have.
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