Today I sat and reflected on how different my program is from other grad programs. For instance, in my plot workshop today I presented a plot chart and two writing prompts on Feed by M.T. Anderson. I did this lovely presentation with Monica, a friend of mine who is in her third semester here at VCFA. During this workshop I was incredibly inspired by my surroundings. I sat and looked out the window and wrote everything I saw: the quaint houses, the old buildings, the chipping paint on the window frame. I felt the sun through the glass. I heard the window unit kick on and off as it blasted cool air into the stuffy room. I was more connected to that than to the writing prompt that I helped create, and it was okay. I just went with what I felt, and I ended up with an interesting idea inspired by Feed. I found myself unable to let go of the connection to the place that I sat in. |
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Last week was a strange week. I was sick, got a little sad, then my dad got his hand caught in a snow blower. But really. My mother woke me up on Valentine's Day by yelling "put some pants on, your father is bleeding!" Uhhh? So I scrambled around, half awake and totally clueless. I wanted to call an ambulance but all my dad wanted was for someone to shut off the snow blower. He cried, repeatedly saying how dumb he was. Yeah, it was a dumb move, but at least he didn't lose any fingers. My grandfather drove over to get my dad because we were all still snowed in. My nephew still had to get to school, my mother needed to get to the doctor and I needed help. Sarah, ever the saving grace, came over and took Tommy to school and my mom to the doctor. My dad was getting stitched up so it seemed like we were all clear. So we ran some errands. But then my mom called and said she had to go to the hospital for her chest pains. |
AlexisMaster of Fine Arts from Vermont College of Fine Arts, Rowan University alumna, sister of Theta Phi Alpha, and future YA author extraordinaire. Archives
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