Today I:
-Was given a business card by a male escort offering his services
-Got inspired by the quote "If you're not eating, sleeping, drinking, and thinking about what you do for a living every day, it will take a long time for you to get really good at it."
-Decided to do the dishes
-Changed my mind
-Fought the impulse to buy flan
-Was given an award at work for outstanding customer service
-Marveled at the good timing of receiving such an award because I was just about to ask my boss to write a letter of recommendation for my Grad School application
-Got really excited about going on a double date with friends/neighbors The Sorensen's tomorrow night
-drove to 3 different banks before finding the one I needed
-Felt lucky to be married to a man who sends me texts that say, "I love you more than life itself!!! Thank you for being my wife and best friends! Mooch!"
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Bad Dreams and Coda Things
Dear Coda,
Why do we love you so much? Is it because you stay in bed with whichever of us gets up last? Is it because you let us stick our fingers in your nostrils, probe your ears, and hold your paws as if they were hands? Or because even when you are starving and there's a bowl of dog food 2 feet away, you'd rather have us pet you than eat?
Maybe it's because you sleep-talk as much as we do? Or have a fast metabolism like us?
Maybe it's the games you play with us: seeing if we can kiss you on the nose while you pretend not to see us, and then whip around to lick us before our lips reach their target, or having a stare down contest with you because it makes you put your head back in a 90 degree angle to your neck, and it's just SO FUNNY EVERY TIME.
I had a dream last night that I made you pull me in a cart across the desert until we reached Arizona, and you became dehydrated and died. I woke up crying, and in my half-awake stupor promised you I would NEVER have you pull me in a cart across the desert. NEVERRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Love,
Stephanie
Why do we love you so much? Is it because you stay in bed with whichever of us gets up last? Is it because you let us stick our fingers in your nostrils, probe your ears, and hold your paws as if they were hands? Or because even when you are starving and there's a bowl of dog food 2 feet away, you'd rather have us pet you than eat?
Maybe it's because you sleep-talk as much as we do? Or have a fast metabolism like us?
Maybe it's the games you play with us: seeing if we can kiss you on the nose while you pretend not to see us, and then whip around to lick us before our lips reach their target, or having a stare down contest with you because it makes you put your head back in a 90 degree angle to your neck, and it's just SO FUNNY EVERY TIME.
I had a dream last night that I made you pull me in a cart across the desert until we reached Arizona, and you became dehydrated and died. I woke up crying, and in my half-awake stupor promised you I would NEVER have you pull me in a cart across the desert. NEVERRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Love,
Stephanie
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Problem solved: bigger problem averted
So there are a few times in my life where even my ye-of-little-faith mind can't dismiss the seemingly present hand of a God whose fingers are even in the pie of my life.
One of these times recently happened.
I have been debating for 2 years now about how to best go about doing the thing I most love: write. Considering attending Grad School to get my Masters in Fine Arts in Creative Writing has been a prominent avenue I've considered. So, after 2 years of twiddling with the idea, I decided a month ago to move forward. I enrolled in writing classes, ordered my GRE study books, and decided which Grad Programs I would apply to: University of Utah, BYU, University of Arizona, Arizona State University, and UC Irvine (all of which have MFA Creative Writing programs placed in the top 50 or 100 in the nation, with the exception of BYU who just barely created a program for the MFA). I started getting all eager about the idea when this little thought crept in: what if Grad School kicks the crap out of the kind of writing I most enjoy in the name of academic excellence? What f I spend 2 years in a program that taints every aspect of what is best about my writing style?
Why this thought? I'll tell you why. Because I took one writing class at UCLA a year ago which made it clear that there is a specific style of writing that is categorized as "literature," and the rest is dismissed immediately, or at least as quickly as you can say "Expelliarmus!" (That was a hint into another masterful fiction writer they would have beat the snot out of). In that class I found myself torn between 2 desires: to write what they deemed as "good", which I occasionally did to the delight of my classmates and Professors, or to write what I loved, at which they often smiled pleasantly to cover their clenched teeth before saying something benign, like "Good for you for having fingers to type and for being able to write complete sentences." At least that's how it felt.
Another thing that spurned this suspicion -- every year a book is published releasing the top "Best" short stories of Creative Writing Grad Students across the nation. I've read those books, and there seems to be a definite vein of writing that you must master, rather than a whole spectrum of writing styles, the is only represented in the "Bests" publication.
So, I've had a lot of questions as of late and until a week ago, no sense of how to answer them. Questions like, "Does the academe really only foster a limited class of writing style, or am I imagining that? Is the kind of writing I do good and acceptable in other spheres, or is it less appreciated in the academe because it just plain sucks? How on earth do I get into the walls of these Grad Program classrooms before actually attending them to spy on what they are teaching? And would such classes foster my growth or misguide my goals in writing?
Well, I wasn't even sure I was onto something. After all, these concerns seemed based on one class at UCLA, and my perception of the "Best" publication -- easily a faulty bases of forming facts -- not a reflection of years of diverse experience and training. But then it happened: that guiding hand that answered a prayer I didn't even know I was praying.
The writing class I enrolled in recently has a Professor, we'll call her Marge, and Marge not only has an MFA, but a PH-FREAKIN-D, in Creative Writing. And for no good reason at all, she started talking one day in class about how the main reason she got a PhD was to be able, in academic terms, to defend the kind of writing SHE loves to do: supernatural Young Adult novels (a definite no no among the writing elite). She said if her skin weren't so thick she probably wouldn't have finished her grad program, because everywhere she looked the students and Professors were saying, "This here is the target, this is the bulls-eye that you should be aiming to cultivate in your writing," and she was like (and I had this very thought verbatim when I took that class at UCLA), "I can do that. I can hit that bulls-eye. BUT I have my own bulls-eye, which is just as legit as yours, but you are so focused on your bulls-eye that you don't know how to recognize any other writer's target."
So, after class I went to consult with Marge. It was deja vu for me, because the last time I had an un-prayed prayer answered I was randomly placed in the presence of someone who knew how to direct me to the information I needed, information I couldn't get just by searching the internet or asking around. The kind of information that 1 in 500 people will have and I just happen to have been placed at the feet of that very one, and they said something for no good reason that made me think, "Hey, I should ask them more about that." And wholla! problem solved.
So Marge brought an article to me the following week that helped me define and confirm my thoughts. Here's what I learned...
There are two general categories of writing in fiction: literary fiction, and genre fiction. Literary fiction could be compared to classical music--it is considered the sophisticated man's artistic preference, or in this case, the academe's sense of real writing. Genre fiction can be compared to all music that can be defined into genre music--jazz, hip-hop, pop, r&b, folk, country -- all very much appealing to a wider audience than just the scholars and all easily being placed into a genre or two. In writing that consists of all the commercial writing--meaning the books that actually sell--thriller, mystery, romance, fantasy, sci-fi, etc. MFA programs DO NOT nurture genre writing, with the exception of 1 -- a University in Pennsylvania.
Wow. Problem averted. I might have attended a Grad School and two years and $30K later, realized not only did I not learn what I had hoped to learn, but my natural drive to write genre fiction would have been beaten to a pulp and thrown into the garbage disposal, then burned for good measure.
I am so grateful and excited for this information miraculously coming my way, and for a sense of how to move forward with my passion.
One of these times recently happened.
I have been debating for 2 years now about how to best go about doing the thing I most love: write. Considering attending Grad School to get my Masters in Fine Arts in Creative Writing has been a prominent avenue I've considered. So, after 2 years of twiddling with the idea, I decided a month ago to move forward. I enrolled in writing classes, ordered my GRE study books, and decided which Grad Programs I would apply to: University of Utah, BYU, University of Arizona, Arizona State University, and UC Irvine (all of which have MFA Creative Writing programs placed in the top 50 or 100 in the nation, with the exception of BYU who just barely created a program for the MFA). I started getting all eager about the idea when this little thought crept in: what if Grad School kicks the crap out of the kind of writing I most enjoy in the name of academic excellence? What f I spend 2 years in a program that taints every aspect of what is best about my writing style?
Why this thought? I'll tell you why. Because I took one writing class at UCLA a year ago which made it clear that there is a specific style of writing that is categorized as "literature," and the rest is dismissed immediately, or at least as quickly as you can say "Expelliarmus!" (That was a hint into another masterful fiction writer they would have beat the snot out of). In that class I found myself torn between 2 desires: to write what they deemed as "good", which I occasionally did to the delight of my classmates and Professors, or to write what I loved, at which they often smiled pleasantly to cover their clenched teeth before saying something benign, like "Good for you for having fingers to type and for being able to write complete sentences." At least that's how it felt.
Another thing that spurned this suspicion -- every year a book is published releasing the top "Best" short stories of Creative Writing Grad Students across the nation. I've read those books, and there seems to be a definite vein of writing that you must master, rather than a whole spectrum of writing styles, the is only represented in the "Bests" publication.
So, I've had a lot of questions as of late and until a week ago, no sense of how to answer them. Questions like, "Does the academe really only foster a limited class of writing style, or am I imagining that? Is the kind of writing I do good and acceptable in other spheres, or is it less appreciated in the academe because it just plain sucks? How on earth do I get into the walls of these Grad Program classrooms before actually attending them to spy on what they are teaching? And would such classes foster my growth or misguide my goals in writing?
Well, I wasn't even sure I was onto something. After all, these concerns seemed based on one class at UCLA, and my perception of the "Best" publication -- easily a faulty bases of forming facts -- not a reflection of years of diverse experience and training. But then it happened: that guiding hand that answered a prayer I didn't even know I was praying.
The writing class I enrolled in recently has a Professor, we'll call her Marge, and Marge not only has an MFA, but a PH-FREAKIN-D, in Creative Writing. And for no good reason at all, she started talking one day in class about how the main reason she got a PhD was to be able, in academic terms, to defend the kind of writing SHE loves to do: supernatural Young Adult novels (a definite no no among the writing elite). She said if her skin weren't so thick she probably wouldn't have finished her grad program, because everywhere she looked the students and Professors were saying, "This here is the target, this is the bulls-eye that you should be aiming to cultivate in your writing," and she was like (and I had this very thought verbatim when I took that class at UCLA), "I can do that. I can hit that bulls-eye. BUT I have my own bulls-eye, which is just as legit as yours, but you are so focused on your bulls-eye that you don't know how to recognize any other writer's target."
So, after class I went to consult with Marge. It was deja vu for me, because the last time I had an un-prayed prayer answered I was randomly placed in the presence of someone who knew how to direct me to the information I needed, information I couldn't get just by searching the internet or asking around. The kind of information that 1 in 500 people will have and I just happen to have been placed at the feet of that very one, and they said something for no good reason that made me think, "Hey, I should ask them more about that." And wholla! problem solved.
So Marge brought an article to me the following week that helped me define and confirm my thoughts. Here's what I learned...
There are two general categories of writing in fiction: literary fiction, and genre fiction. Literary fiction could be compared to classical music--it is considered the sophisticated man's artistic preference, or in this case, the academe's sense of real writing. Genre fiction can be compared to all music that can be defined into genre music--jazz, hip-hop, pop, r&b, folk, country -- all very much appealing to a wider audience than just the scholars and all easily being placed into a genre or two. In writing that consists of all the commercial writing--meaning the books that actually sell--thriller, mystery, romance, fantasy, sci-fi, etc. MFA programs DO NOT nurture genre writing, with the exception of 1 -- a University in Pennsylvania.
Wow. Problem averted. I might have attended a Grad School and two years and $30K later, realized not only did I not learn what I had hoped to learn, but my natural drive to write genre fiction would have been beaten to a pulp and thrown into the garbage disposal, then burned for good measure.
I am so grateful and excited for this information miraculously coming my way, and for a sense of how to move forward with my passion.
Mr Rodgers, how right you were
I can't remember ever seeing a prettier day in Utah. Spring is here, and unlike many other places I've lived, you can tell!
Driving around town there is no shortage of these
or these
or even these little buggers
Trees blooming with purple flowers, dusty pinks, and whites are on every common neighbors lawn. I think our eyes are drawn to the colors more so after living through a winter where black, white, and gray have been the eyes palette for the last several months.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Driving around town there is no shortage of these
or these
or even these little buggers
Trees blooming with purple flowers, dusty pinks, and whites are on every common neighbors lawn. I think our eyes are drawn to the colors more so after living through a winter where black, white, and gray have been the eyes palette for the last several months.
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
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