So, I’m leaping.
Jumping feet first into getting my MFA in Creative Writing.
So, I’m freaking.
OCD-ing all over the place, trying to scrounge up 20 pages of literary razzamatazz to throw at the graduate admissions committee.
I’ve got the credentials and I know I’ve got the talent… unfortunately I also have a mind who’s my arch enemy.
And no nifty Bat-gear to knock my brain straight…
Hmm, I’ve apparently drifted into some kind of comic book fugue.
This is new.
I hope I get a cape out of it.