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  • My MFA in Creative Writing Program Explained

    Lesley UniversityIf you hadn’t heard, I’m getting my MFA in creative writing at Lesley University.

    This week, my third semester wraps itself up as I claw my way toward the finish line and a degree.  Technically, I should have finished up last week, on Friday to be exact.  Life doesn’t always work out the way we envision it, though.  Since I started this blog as a way to document the madness (check out my About page for more on that), I thought I’d write a post that gives my take on the program.

    Lesley University’s Low Residency MFA in Creative Writing Program Explained:

    Each semester kicks off with an intense–and I do mean intense–nine-day on-campus residency in Cambridge, Massachusetts.  The summer residency happens in June.  The winter residency happens in January.

    I live just up the way in Salem, so I commute on the train.  During the residency, which kicks off at 9am each morning and doesn’t wrap up until 8pm each night, I attend interactive workshops taught by creative writing faculty from one of five concentrations (Fiction, Nonfiction, Poetry, Writing for Young People <– that’s my concentration, and Graphic Novels).  I also attend seminar lectures from visiting guests such

    Author Jason Reynolds
    Mr. Reynolds, an incredible writer and mentor in our program

    as Jo Knowles M. T. Anderson, and Jason Reynolds (who also teaches in the program) just to name three whom I particularly enjoyed. 

    Not to mention all the wonderful social time that happens each evening after the day’s classes and lectures wrap up.  I’ve met so many talented, funny, wonderful, and supportive people at the two residencies I’ve attended thus far.  If I’m lucky, I’ll stay in touch with some of these fine folks for the rest of my life.  

    Prior to each residency, I write and submit two creative pieces, each about 6,500 words long.  A designated faculty member and other students workshop both of them.  I have to say, there are so many things that I have loved about this program, but the critique workshops are my favorite.  Not only do I get to read about six pieces of creative writing by others and practice my skills as I give feedback on them, but I get to receive nuanced and thoughtful feedback from six people who are as passionate about writing as I am.

    As the on-campus residency wraps up, I work with my mentor to build a study-plan for the rest of my semester that will play out long-distance via email and texting and Facebook messaging, etc.  It’s a personalized study plan based on what I think are my strengths and weaknesses as a writer, what my mentor sees as my strengths and weaknesses, and what my writing goals are in general (to become a famous, globetrotting novelist!  Ha ha.  *sigh* Just let me dream, okay?)

    Break-down of Semesters 1 & 2: In a Word, Busy.

    First Semester at A Glance

    I take three classes, though it feels in practice like I’m only taking two.  I’ll just treat it like I’m dealing with two classes.  For my “main” class, I work with my mentor.  Over the course of the semester, I read craft books and novels and write reflective or analytical essays about them.  At the same time, I work on my own creative stuff.  I submit my essays and my creative writing four times (once a month), and each time I get an in-depth analysis back from my mentor on what I did well and what I need to work on.  As if that’s not enough to keep me busy, there’s that pesky second class I mentioned.

    The second class is an interdisciplinary studies class, which means that since I’m in the

    Artist's Way Final Project
    This is my final project for my first Interdisciplinary Class: The Artist’s Way. It’s supposed to be a collage representing my journey as a writer.

    Writing For Young People concentration, I have to take something that ISN’T related to writing for young people.  For my first semester, I took a class modeled after Julie Cameron’s Artist’s Way. I took a science fiction and fantasy class in my second semester that focused on the short story.  This semester, I took a follow-up to the science fiction and fantasy class that focused on the novel.

    For this second class, the I.S. class, I also have to read books, write reflective or analytical papers about them, and write my own creative stuff.  All that stuff gets submitted four times per semester, too.

    Sound like a lot?  Yeah, it is.

    It’s great, but it’s a lot.  Cue the stress.

    Ah, but that was just the first two semesters.

    Semester 3: Odin, It Was Rough.

    As I said, I’m wrapping up my third semester in this program.  A week late, it’s true, but at least I’m finishing.  Not everyone does.  Third semester is notorious in this program for being insane.

    People ReadingIn addition to managing all the work for my SFF novel-writing class (which has been off-the-hook outstanding, by the way), this is the semester when I had to write my big “craft essay.”  Now, I want to pause here for a moment and say that the folks at Lesley really ought to call this our “Craft Thesis” since we aren’t allowed to graduate if we don’t write it.

    This beast to which I am referring takes the place of reading a couple of books and write a 2-4 page reflective paper about them four times during the semester.  Instead, we have to pick a craft topic of our own choosing, research the holy heck out of it, and write a 12-18 page paper on the topic.

    What did I choose to research?  Glad you asked.  In an attempt to marry my two great loves

    in life–biology and creative writing–I elected to write a research paper exploring the neuroscience behind writing that “hooks” readers.

    Neuroscience Articles
    Look at all those scientific articles about neuroscience and reading!

     

    Sounds pretty rad, am I right?  

    It was, but don’t forget that while I was doing all that research [shudders at the thought of all that research], I was also writing and submitting about 24,000 words of my own creative writing spread out over four submission cycles.

    Semester 4: The Future Looks Bright

    I submitted my craft essay (they really should call that sucker a “Craft Thesis” to give it the psychological weight it deserves) last Monday and cheered.  I’ll be submitting my last batch of creative stuff on Wednesday, and I am looking toward the horizon with a sense of optimism steeped, perhaps, in a bit of denial.  It would be nice to get at least a couple of weeks of down time to catch my breath, but we just got the email with instructions on how to format or workshop pieces, which are due December 1st.

    Yikes!

    Fourth semester is the one in which I devote 100% of my attention on my “Creative Thesis.”  This is the culminating creative project, the thing that showcases my supposed mastery of writing fiction (for young people, mind you).  No pressure.  No problem.

    Did I mention that my right eye has been twitching for the past week?  No kidding.  It really has.

    Three Excellent Books
    Books I’m reading to inform my creative thesis this semester.

    Fourth semester will be great.  I’ll have no I.S. class competing for my time and attention.  I’ll have no analytical craft essays to write, big or small.  It’ll just be me and my book and my mentor trying to help me make it not suck so bad.  I’ll need to put together 100 to 150 polished pages of a YA novel that I and the program administrators won’t be embarrassed by.  I think this is doable?

    Technically, I already have 150 pages of my Creative Thesis written.  As of last night, Scrivener informed me that I’ve got 159 pages, to be exact.  The problem is… oh, there are so many problems.  The biggest problem is that, from a structural standpoint, Under the Purple Sky is a hot mess.  I attempted to tell a YA sci-fi survival story in the first person POV via two different timelines that weave together as readers experience the main character’s psychological ruin during a global disaster that wipes out 99% of the human species, and her tentative road to recovery three years later.  Ugh.

    I’ve got my work cut out for me.  But, I remain hopeful.  It will be nice to be able to focus on just one single project for a full semester, and if I play my cards right, I’ll walk away from all of this in July with a degree.  I might even have a decent draft of a book, too.  That, however, remains to be scene… er, seen.  Ha, ha.

    So, that’s what I’ve been up to this past year-and-a-half.

    If you are curious about Lesley’s Creative Writing program, specifically their low residency program, feel free to ask in the comments.  I’m a subject sample of n=1, but I’m happy to share my experiences thus far.

  • Life! Will You Just Chill Out Already?

    Writer's BlockAaaaaaaaaarrrgh!  Life, my good man, please!  Will you just chill out already?  I mean, criminiddly, I am trying to be a writer over here!

    In all seriousness, though, I have not be getting words onto the paper of late, and it is starting to make me feel a little crazy.  There has been a whole lot of family stuff going on over the last couple of weeks.  Kid stuff.  Supporting my creative spouse stuff. Parent stuff.  Pile onto that all the scads of “extras” that my teaching gig has been throwing at me.  Then, just to see what my max lift in life is, cue my third submission deadline on October 2nd (which I only partially met).

    It was legitimately too much.  I felt like the kid who stuffed one too many peeps into her mouth and was realizing that the gooey wad of yellow sweet stuff was blocking her airway. (By the way, I’ve never actually done the peep challenge.  I’m not that dumb.  I did the chubby bunny challenge.)  So I asked for an extension on my craft essay, and my amazing mentor gave me an extra week.  Phew!  What a relief.

    Boy tries to pop a bubble
    That’s the bubble. Bursting.

    And then I looked at my calendar for that week and saw evening obligations for my teaching gig that were going to keep me on campus late into the evening for four of the five weekdays.  And school play and scouting stuff for my kids.  And PTO meetings (which I skipped).  And my writer’s group meeting (which I also skipped and felt super crappy about).  And non-negotiable visit to my MIL’s house.  And a scout-sponsored camping trip this past weekend. 

    Yep.  That week-long extension gave me just one additional functional writing day.

    But I got the draft done and got it turned in on time.  That did feel good.  A weight lifted from my mind, and I thought, “All right!  Now to get back to the fun stuff!  Back to my story.  Back to writing!”

    And then I took a look at my calendar for this week.  Science team meet on Tuesday eats up that evening. College Rec letters are due on Friday.  I have 52 trimester one indicator grades and comments due on Monday.  One of my kids has an imminent birthday coming up that we really should do something about, since, you know… parenting and stuff?

    *sigh*

    *glances wistfully at the Scrivener icon sitting neglected in a corner of the desktop.*

    I’m sure I’ll get back to you one day, WIP.

  • Beating the Cold Season with Some Good Books!

    Beating the Cold Season with Some Good Books!

    Every September, I get back into the classroom and, within a month, I catch a cold. I blame my students. They get it first, and then they proceed to coat every surface they touch with their contagion.  Last year, the virus took up residence deep in my chest and overstayed its welcome by about six weeks. It was vicious. Several of my colleagues and even a few of my students developed secondary pneumonia. Thankfully, my family and I live in a state of lightly controlled squalor, so we’ve got exposure theory on our side. Our immune systems are primed and ready for battle, but I’ve got a secret weapon in my battle against the common cold: books!

     

    And yet, here I am, all hopped up on cold meds (this might be a very interesting post), holed up in bed while the rest of the fam shares hot-wings and watches the Patriots game on TV. Now that I think of it, perhaps there are some perks to catching the annual back-to-school cold.

     

    Books (in all forms) Make Everything Better!

    The Twilight Zone Season 1 Episode 8
    Just look at all those lovely books!

    If you’re anything like me, your “to read” list grows faster than your “have read” list does. One of the original Twilight Zone episodes that haunts me the most is “Time Enough At Last,” starring Burgess Meredith as a guy who just wants to be left alone so he can read his books. I won’t spoil the episode because it’s available on Amazon Prime (you should watch it), but the ending is tragic in a way that only a bibliophile can fully grasp.

     

    Audiobooks have become a staple in my life these days, too. I check them out from my library, and I buy them via Audible.com. Whenever I’m in the car or out for a walk, I’m listening to a book. My students helpfully showed me how to overclock the reading speed to 1.25x, which shaves about 2.5 hours off of a 10-hour book. It’s amazing.

     

    That said, as great as listening to books can be, it’s not quite the same as reading them myself.

     

    I am a slow reader. A pathetically slow reader. And, since I’ve started up the Masters in Creative Writing program at Lesley University, my reading speed has slowed even further. Now I find myself reading at two levels. I used to read for the simple pleasure of getting lost in the story. Now, I pay close attention to word choice, verbs, description, pacing, syntax, structure, flow, et cetera. In other words, I read with a writer’s eye, which slows me down.

     

    My current bout with the rhinovirus isn’t nearly as bad as last year. Last year, I felt like I was dying. This year, I just feel like someone has stuffed my sinuses with a soggy loaf of bread. Not pleasant, but it could be worse.  It didn’t stop me from getting out to Barnes & Noble yesterday for a YA book event where I grabbed myself a few ARCs to read… eventually… when I find the time. (That’s them in the photo at the top of this post.)

    Rebel Seoul by Axie Oh
    Here’s what I’m currently reading!

    I might be guilty of exaggerating my misery slightly so that my spouse keeps the kids at bay, but I’m not completely faking. I am in bed with a sinus headache, and I do have to rest up so that I can make it through teaching my classes next week.

     

    But really, I just want to snuggle in and cherish this rare opportunity to READ!

     

    Books make everything better. Aren’t they great? Have you ever used books to get through something unpleasant, like cold season?

  • Coincidence and Coffee

    Coincidence and Coffee

    I had an interesting day yesterday.  After going way too long without visiting a dentist (and I do mean WAY too long), I finally found a great place and got the whole family in for a cleaning and general check-up.  My new dentist made my day when he informed me that I had no new cavities, something of a miracle in my mind.  I had, unfortunately, lost a filling at some point and that needed replacing.

     

    After dropping the kiddos off at camp, I needed to find a place to park myself for a couple of hours until my late morning appointment with the drill (and laser–turns out dentists are “drilling” teeth with lasers now).  That’s how I found myself in a delightful little coffee shop in Ipswich, Massachusetts.  I’d never been before, but it was close to my dentist’s office so I decided to give it a try.

     

    About an hour into my stay (thank you, coffee shop people for letting me hang out in your fantabulous establishment after purchasing a single regular coffee), I got up to buy a refill.  Guilt had nothing to do with it; I drink far too much coffee, that’s all. As I approached the counter, the current customer turned around to leave and, low and behold, it was a former student of mine whom I hadn’t seen since she graduated twelve years ago. (I’ll keep her anonymous by calling her Jane.)  Jane is on my short list of students who left a big impression on me, big enough so that I’ve thought about her on more than one occasion over the years.

     

    So, BAM!  There’s Jane, and we’re both looking pretty stunned to see each other.  Her, because she was home visiting family; she lives out in the western part of the country these days.  The night before, she’d stumbled across a bunch of old science papers and lab reports she’d done for me as a sophomore, tucked away in a box in her mom’s attic.  For my part, I was stunned because I had never before set foot inside Zumi’s until that day, and to have picked the one day she was in town to give that coffee shop a try left me a bit flabbergasted.  The coincidence of it all was remarkable.

     

    We did the speed-dating version of catching up with each other.  She was good.  I was good.  I’m still teaching at her old high school.  She’s director of education out west.  I have kids.  She doesn’t.  we didn’t chat for long.  Both of us needed to get back to our now completely separate and busy lives, but it was a marvelous surprise to see her again.

     

    Sometimes, life throws unexpected but delightful moments like that our way.  This was one of those, so let me take this moment to say Thank You to the Universe.  I try to keep myself open to the world and take whatever it gives me.  Yesterday, it gave me a new scene in my current WIP and a bit of nostalgia.

     

    Have you ever experienced an uncanny coincidence?  Was it positive or negative?  What did you take away from it?