I’ve likely failed to be admitted to an MFA program this year. It’s the 2nd and a 1/2 time I’ve applied (the 1/2 is a conceit I shouldn’t allow myself, but do) to Writing Programs. Though I was admitted to a few last year, none with full funding, this year looks to yield 0 admissions. Yes there are more decisions to come in, but it feels as if it’s time to concede.
It was a false hope. I didn’t start writing until August 2014. That’s too little time to get good, let alone find my voice. Plus my manuscript packet included one story that I knew wasn’t good enough.
This is a point that every writer faces – a round of rejections early in their path and a decision of what to do next. The challenge is survivorship bias. Every successful writer was, for a number of years, an unsuccessful writer. But this does not mean that every unsuccessful writer who persists becomes a successful writer.
In the last three months, I have produced nothing worth remarking on. It is time to fix this. There is only one way to fix it: Write. 5 or 6 days a week, 2000 words a day. At first, they will be terrible. It’s about rebuilding a process.
Simultaneously I’ll have to redetermine my means of making money. The current situation won’t last, I’ll have to find a new way to sustain myself. I’ll share both here: 1) How the writing goes & 2) How the sustaining goes.