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The good news is I have officially been accepted into Simon Fraser University's Writers Studio, which is a part-time program comparable to an MFA in writing. I beat out a whole pile of other folks, because there was a lot of competition. I'm still waiting to hear whether or not I am getting a scholarship to help cover the cost of tuition.
The last time I applied for an MFA program was in 1994 when I graduated from the University of New Brunswick. I applied to the University of British Columbia's creative writing department and did not make it. I guess I needed a couple of decades to ripen.
The bad news is I was opening a box of detergent this morning and bent back one of my fingernails so bad that it pulled halfway off the nail bed. Now I have a ripped and bloody nail bed. I also made the most bizarre sound when it happened. It went kinda like "HOOOOOOOO-UHH."
Ouch.
The other bad news is my guts don't feel right, my neck is still an issue (I've been recovering from a bad case of wry neck for the past week and a bit), and I don't know that my body is going to cooperate and let me go to the solidarity march for Wet'suwet'en today. I am all dressed, I have my warrior women flag, but my guts are percolating noisily and that's a long walk with no bathrooms. Damn you, IBS.
The last time I applied for an MFA program was in 1994 when I graduated from the University of New Brunswick. I applied to the University of British Columbia's creative writing department and did not make it. I guess I needed a couple of decades to ripen.
The bad news is I was opening a box of detergent this morning and bent back one of my fingernails so bad that it pulled halfway off the nail bed. Now I have a ripped and bloody nail bed. I also made the most bizarre sound when it happened. It went kinda like "HOOOOOOOO-UHH."
Ouch.
The other bad news is my guts don't feel right, my neck is still an issue (I've been recovering from a bad case of wry neck for the past week and a bit), and I don't know that my body is going to cooperate and let me go to the solidarity march for Wet'suwet'en today. I am all dressed, I have my warrior women flag, but my guts are percolating noisily and that's a long walk with no bathrooms. Damn you, IBS.
