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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If anyone has ever seen my notebook I use at school they'll know how bad my writing is. It's not even that I have sloppy handwriting, it's just that I get so carried away sometimes when I write that I start to write outside the lines. A note here, a sentence there. It all culminates into a scribbled mess on the page. From a distance it looks sloppy and unintelligent, but if you take the time to sit and read it it all comes together to make a bigger picture. Just like that painting by Georges whoever in Liar & Spy. Stipple art. Nothing more than a huge mess of dots up close but the bigger picture is a work of art. I haven't had the time to blog since I've been here really but here I am, in my plot workshop of my second semester at VCFA, thinking about my terrible handwriting in my notebook. Ridiculous, right? Maybe slightly, but it makes perfect sense to me. I'm rambling. I've been working on the same story for almost a year now. That's the longest commitment to any piece of writing I've ever had. I have eight rough chapters and a basic skeleton of where the rest of the story will go from here. Sometimes, though, it feels like the only real thing I have are these little scraps of thoughts written outside the lines and in the margins of this notebook. This notebook that contains more information and more work and more knowledge of craft than anything I've ever owned. Hidden gems mixed in with notes from fantastic lectures that I wish you all got to read and experience. Sometimes it feels like real magic, like I got whisked away to Hogwarts in a flying car after missing my train. Tomorrow I'll learn to fly on the Nimbus 2015, the latest and greatest model in the line of brooms. Okay maybe that was a bit too far into my fandom. Sorry. It is weird being back though. Only six months and I feel like so much has changed. I'm no longer afraid of everyone who looks at me. I feel more comfortable speaking up and offering my opinion. I feel that sense of belonging I was afraid would never come. I guess I feel like a writer among writers. The best thing about being here is feeling like I'm on a working vacation. Some people escape through reading, some escape through work. I'm lucky enough to do both. It's been stressful back home (and I'm sure it'll be stressful again, both personally and professionally,) but being here makes it seem like everything is going to be okay, like maybe I can find a way to become a real grown up after this. It's like being filled with hope, and peace, and the feeling that maybe, actually, life really is about to begin. It's the weight of possibility. It's the weight of living. Does this even make sense anymore? Goodnight. It's been a long while. I didn't blog at all in April, and for that I apologize. School, while busy, is fantastic. I enjoy it so much. It is challenging and every day I learn something new. I've grown so much since January, and I have to thank my adviser for it. Heaven knows that sometimes the exercises I have to do drive me crazy, but in the end it's for the best. My adviser clearly knows what she's doing, though. VCFA and it's faculty, as well as its students, make me excited to write. It's been said that if you love what you do you'll never work a day in your life. Every day might not be that perfect but for the most part it is true. Sometimes I sit at work and hold books written by people I've met and befriended through VCFA. It's weird to think that one day MY book will be sliding across this desk into the hands of some eager teenager (or adult like myself.) It's official: I have submitted my first packet of work for grad school, and man was it hard. Enjoyable, but hard. I had a lot of trouble with focusing on the critical essays. I'm hoping that when I get feedback it won't be so bad, but who knows? We'll see. I find that I'm a little bit confused in my non-writing life, too. It just feels like something has changed since my trip to Vermont. I'm not sure if it's me that's changed or the people I surround myself with. Or maybe it's just how I feel about real life now that I see a future outside of my small town. Or maybe it's the impending holiday making me miserable. Probably a combination of everything. I imagine that my world will be different when it isn't blanketed in white. Actually, my world is already different and will continue to change drastically. I just left a graduate with some wild thoughts in my head. First is this: It's almost over. My very first residency is almost over. It's been a hectic whirlwind but it's been so magical. I've met some famous authors. Hell, I've been taught by some famous authors. I've been floating in this fangirl dream haze for days now. But that's it as well, isn't it? The faculty are published authors. The students are published authors. Everyone here is so talented that I should have assumed they would be published and/or well known individuals in the world of books, and yet it still blows my mind every day. Yes, this post will be related to Theta Phi and VCFA. Why, you ask? It's my blog, that's why. I make the rules. So grad school is different than undergrad, new experience blah blah blah. What I've recently discovered is how similar it is to being in a sorority. For instance, we had loads and loads of meetings and orientations in our first few days here. You walk into a room filled with people you don't know, plaster on a smile and circulate. For those of you with sorority experience what does this sound like? RECRUITMENT. Aka the most stressful week of the semester for me. I can't even tell you how much I hate meeting new people. I am so painfully awkward that I immediately feel bad for whoever gets stuck with me. The thing is, though, I learned how to be a better speaker. I'm still shy and awkward but I now know how to relate to people. I've made so many friends in five days it's ridiculous. Not just students, either. Mary Quattlebaum is the nicest woman I've ever had a conversation with and as an added bonus she loves Doctor Who. Actually, there are a lot of Whovians here, but that's another blog post. Okay so maybe not 1,000 books exactly.... I got my "suggested reading" for VCFA today. Good LORD there are a lot of books. I've read quite a bit of them, but still. With a little over a month to go until I have to leave for residency I'm not sure how many of them I can actually accomplish. I'll do my best though. It's interesting to read through the lists and see how many of these books I've already read. It was like seeing a list of my childhood class assignments. Admittedly, I read most of the picture books while I was shelving in the children's section at work. I was merely becoming acquainted with our materials.
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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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