Anne After the MFA
After a year and a half hiatus from blogging, an update seems in order: I have my MFA! Yes, nearly a year ago, I graduated with my MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults. The first six months AMFA (After the MFA), I didn’t touch a book, and I didn’t pick up a pen. I needed a break. This spring, however, I dove back in. You see, for ::::does mental count:::: five and a half years, I had writer’s block–including the two years I attended grad school. Don’t ask me how I got through; it was by the grace of God! Every piece I sent in for workshop was an idea I had come up with before the onset of writer’s block. I had an okay time actually writing (although it was like pulling teeth sometimes), but coming up with new ideas was out of the question.
Well, I figured out some things about my life, and other people figured out some things about my life, and God opened my eyes to some things about my life. Once I got those things mostly straightened out–voilà! Story ideas out of the woodwork. I began a Young Adult fairy tale retelling, but after only twenty pages, I felt called back to my “epic novel,” the story I’ve been working on for ten and a half years (minus five and a half years of writer’s block). The story has gone through many evolutions already, and several different names, hence the affectionate project title of Epic Novel.
I am daunted. This project could take years more to finish. My current estimate is that it will be a four book series. Yikes! But I want to be published now! (wines a voice in my head that sounds amazingly like Veruca Salt) The wonderful thing about this story–I am incredibly passionate about it. I’ve known these characters longer than I’ve known some of my best friends. The story intrigues me, absorbs me. The result? So long writer’s block, hello obsession. I’m back to struggling to balance writing with all the other aspects of life. It’s a good problem to have.
I hope to keep this blog updated more regularly now, if for no other reason than I need an outlet for all my writer ramblings (there’s only so much my sweet husband can take). Until next time, I remain writerly yours,