I’ve been exchanging emails over the past few weeks with fiction alumni from the graduate schools I applied to. Their enthusiasm for their MFA programs is contagious. I’m more excited than ever to go. (Hopefully, I’ll get in.)
I’m applying to low-residency programs for all the right reasons– I want to improve my craft. I have a second novel in my head, and I want to write it in an environment where I’ll receive substantial feedback. I want to read great writers I might not have come across before. I want to attend engrossing lectures. I want to make learning about writing the center of my life.
But I have a little confession to make–I also hope to spend my time in an MFA program hiding from The Industry. I’m looking forward to two years where I can put thoughts of getting published on the back burner.
I’m just worn out by even thinking about the publishing industry. I haven’t submitted anything, anywhere, for ages and I don’t miss the submission process at all. Maybe in a few weeks I’ll feel differently. Perhaps, I’ll get all fired up to get out there again.
But what I need right now is to surrender to the cocoon of my writing. And to put all thoughts of publication out of my head.