Ramblings From My Little Head

Curtain Call for a Quitter

This morning’s 4 a.m. wake-up call felt like a front-row seat to a circus.

The six-foot ringmaster stood in the center under the big top. His pinstriped pants were partially covered by a long-tail, sequined jacket that dazzled under the spotlight. With his top hat in hand, he bowed to me and extended the other hand. He rose up, curled the ends of his moustache, and smiled. He placed his hat atop his head and formed a megaphone with his hands around his mouth.

Announcing!

Rebel Betty

The crowd booed at her audacity to offer criticism even in my reverie.

As I settled in for the two-act show, the ringmaster gave RB the floor for her one-woman monologue.

But I was up next.

At least RB is a good sport and lets me poke fun at her. I appreciate her effort nonetheless.

It’s also a way to tiptoe around what I want to share with you, dear reader.

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In exactly one month, I will be standing alongside several peers I’ve never met, neither online nor in person, as I embark on a two-year experience for the next phase of my writing journey.

I signed the acceptance letter to the University of King’s College in Halifax for a Master in Fine Arts in Fiction.

I paid the deposit. There’s no turning back.

My usual tendency to quit would have stopped me from paying the deposit, but this time, I went through with it.

So that’s something!

Here are all the feelings running circles and cartwheeling in my mind:

But through the word scramble, I am able to find the courage I need to realize that I deserve this.

I may not know exactly what I'm getting myself into for the next two academic years, but I’m not scared. Learning is essential to my growth as a human, and I look forward to making new connections with like-minded individuals and filling my canvas with creativity.

Follow me along my journey of navigating the MFA experience as I bring Sully’s story to life while navigating the woes of being a mature student.