Today I did a little research on graduate programs - MBA, M.A. in Journalism, and MFA in Creative Writing. The rest of the day a little voice ran through my head, "MFA. MFA. MFA." When I talked to Erin this evening, I told her about my new inspiration, and she said "And then do what?"
"Well, write," I said.
Could I become gainfully employed with such a degree? Could I write a book that might get published? Could I freelance? Would I be happy? Would I fail? Will they even accept me? Oh, crap, the last 20-page story I wrote was 11 years ago...I don't have digital copy...maybe Mom will type it up for me with her super fast typing skills...maybe...then I'd have to tell her why I want it (just did; didn't I?) Oh, geez, I need some direction.
This is how my heads spins and then I freeze...do nothing and keep on doing the same ol', same ol'. Some wise people told me that if I want something I have never had, then I have to do something I have never done. Truth is, I don't even know if a MFA in Creative Writing is right for me but I am ready some changes up in here!