Long time, no posts
I know nobody looks at this particular corner of the web2.0…. but I have news, catch ups, and etc., so please bear with me.
Last spring (May, 2007), I graduated from Northern Virginia Community College with an Associates Degree in Liberal Arts. I have a 3.25 gpa.
In January of 2004, I got my honorable discharge from the USMC… I did not immediately go back to school, but eventually I did. Despite my 3 years at George Mason University, it took me a long time to get back into the swing of things, as they say.
Lately, I have been working on my applications for transfer to a four-year university, and I have been having the difficult time of getting everything together as needed. But I make progress and submit as can be expected.
I do have good news, however… During my (2006) semester at NVCC, I served as an intern on the art/literary magazine, Calliope, I edited the photos of the art and had a say in the makeup of the magazine, although I recused myself from voting on the literary side of things, seeing as how I submitted several poems. Lo-and-behold, I ended up with a 2nd place prize in poetry (nothing on this page, you’ll have to wait for my actual publication), though I could not make the ceremony because of a test in another class.
Anyways, I also received a commission for 2 poems: to be performed at NM Productions production of Too Many Sopranos, which had to be cut down to one act. There was no pay involved besides the performance of something I wrote, and the publication of two of my poems in the program (I’ll upload a scan later)
Since then, I have been treading water, trying to keep my nose out so I can breathe, but still getting washed over by waves.
I turn thirty this year, sometime. I don’t want to be thirty. I feel eighteen, still. I don’t understand the world yet. My only rock is the woman who loves me, and who I love, and the fact that I don’t make time to write like I would like to…
I want to submit something to publish…. I want to have written well enough to warrant reading… but I have yet to take action on that goal. I fear, above anything else, rejection.
For me, it is like walking into, instead of jumping over, a bonfire.
The flames don’t even matter, it’s the hot coals that eat your flesh….