This evening I will see my name in print for the first time. Our anthology from our MA course has been published and printed and is launched at a fancy event tonight.
I have no idea how I might react to seeing my name in an actual book. I know another student felt faint and shaky at seeing their story on the page, some may smile coyly to themselves at the feeling of accomplishment, some will be ecstatic and triumphant, potentially shed a little tear, feel completely nonchalant; how will I feel?
It has been a long time coming. We have been blogging about our anthology for the past four months, while fine tuning our pieces for the collection, along with the hours of editing and crucial biography writing. And today is our final day as an MA class, before we all separate to write dissertations for the summer.
Man, time flies!
Anyway, I need to muster some strength before this evening, prepare myself to be hailed as an actual writer. How odd.
I have also been reading! (of course)
The perks of being a Wallflower- Stephen Chbosky (which I've not read or seen the film of, until now. Pretty decent, wish I'd read it when I was younger)
The Tent- Margaret Atwood (she is, as always, a master of words, a beautiful book of essays)
On Writing Well- William Zinsser (one of my current handbooks to craft my writing skill)
And only one assignment to go before the Dissertation descends!
For now, I leave you with Muse.
I have no idea how I might react to seeing my name in an actual book. I know another student felt faint and shaky at seeing their story on the page, some may smile coyly to themselves at the feeling of accomplishment, some will be ecstatic and triumphant, potentially shed a little tear, feel completely nonchalant; how will I feel?
It has been a long time coming. We have been blogging about our anthology for the past four months, while fine tuning our pieces for the collection, along with the hours of editing and crucial biography writing. And today is our final day as an MA class, before we all separate to write dissertations for the summer.
Man, time flies!
Anyway, I need to muster some strength before this evening, prepare myself to be hailed as an actual writer. How odd.
I have also been reading! (of course)
The perks of being a Wallflower- Stephen Chbosky (which I've not read or seen the film of, until now. Pretty decent, wish I'd read it when I was younger)
The Tent- Margaret Atwood (she is, as always, a master of words, a beautiful book of essays)
On Writing Well- William Zinsser (one of my current handbooks to craft my writing skill)
And only one assignment to go before the Dissertation descends!
For now, I leave you with Muse.
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