Last month I was privileged to attend a writer’s conference that has opened my eyes to so much about what I want for my writing and where I see it going. I’ve queried an agent who was intrigued enough to request the first 50 pages. I’ve been praying ceaselessly that God would show grace to that manuscript and that she’d want to see the rest of it.
School is on the horizon once more. I desire to write full time, so in order to do that, I need a job that will pay the bills, while allowing me enough time to work on my novels. Teaching Creative Writing will do just that. In order to teach, an MFA is required. And in order to attain an MFA, a GRE exam is required. So I find myself immersed in study once again. I am scheduled to take the test at the end of the month. I’ve already submitted my application to my alma mater (University of Miami), so again, praying that God opens the door there as well.
And now I sit here and wait. Pouring over manuscript edits and geometry problems and vocabulary cards, I wait. Making the most of the time I have, I wait. Reading voraciously and researching my preferred writing genres to further enhance my skills, I wait. Keeping thoughts of failure and wasted time at bay, I wait.
All this waiting, for what’s coming down the pipe.
