I know, I know. I don’t bring you flowers, I don’t sing you love songs, I hardly talk to you anymore.
But I can explain.
See, I have been working on Plan B.
I know. I know. I was going to shun Plan B until my unemployment ran out and I was facing eviction. But I can’t do it. I’m a planner. I need a back up plan.
At first I was going to make Plan B finding a new job. But then, as I was searching job listings, I remembered I really don’t want to work in PR anymore. Even if it is for a really terrific company, it is still not the creative outlet I seek.
So, I’m doing what countless others have done before me. I am going back to school. Specifically, I am hoping to get into an MFA program for creative writing.
And since I waited until the eleventh hour to do this, all of my time, recently, has been occupied with studying for the GRE, writing personal statements (why I can’t just direct them to this blog is beyond me) and creating short fiction for their consideration.
By the way, I am really bad at writing short fiction, which is why I am putting that off by writing this post.
But, you argue, I can always find time to post. True. But I have nothing to post about because literally all I have been doing is studying vocabulary words and rules for right triangles.
I even turned down happy hour with the Duchess and assistant DAs the other night. Believe me, reading her texts about the tall, hot guys there was like taking a bullet.
I promise I will be back soon with all sorts of fun stories. Just let me get through the GRE.
Oh, and if I can ask you a favor, please keep you fingers crossed that I get in somewhere. As finding a real job has been relegated to Plan C.
I really don’t want to implement Plan C.
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Oi, the GRE...I'm also in the middle of applying to grad school, just took it and the amount of FOILing I needed to do was beyond belief. Also too much multiplying of the fractions. Gross. I want to be a historian, so I hope my lower than wanted math score won't matter as much. Good luck!
Good Luck!! I've been following your writing since your "Devil" days and I'm a huge fan. You will do well and get into a great program because you are really talented. I'll find a way to wait patiently while you manage your life. But I don't have to be happy about it.
Is "Plan D" law school?
I hope Iowa's on the list. You would love all the tall, polite farm-raised boys.
Law school is plan E. As for Iowa, Grace, it didn't make the cut. I worried those farm boys would be too great a distraction.
Good luck!
(Sorry for being a less-than-punctual-well-wisher, but this is, after all, the Internet)
And if you ever need a word for medicine that will make you more sneaky, I think "slyeral" is perfect. Thank you, word verification.
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