Sunday, January 30, 2011
Something exciting is that it hasn't occurred to me that graduate school is the only chance for my writing. That just...hasn't crossed my mind. Often we attempt participation in things, and if we get denied, that's sort of it. But, that's not how this is. I know that if I'm not admitted, I'll probably keep working and try again. Or, I'll keep working and do something else. I think, if at all possible, you should always feel a step above fate.
Oh it's tough when love's a weed.
It grows inside of me.