Sunday, March 21, 2010

Hope springs sporadically

Hope is surprising.

I make up my mind to let things go, even let people go, and I start to feel proud, satisfied, and content; then BAM! Hope appears just over my shoulder, lurking.

A friend of mine and I are going to turn May into our own personal Nanowrimo, try to pound out some more of this novel. And I'm thinking about applying to an MFA program.

Stupid hope.

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