After months of what has felt like Purgatory, waiting and ringing the bell at the desk when I was sure everyone had locked up, fallen asleep, and/or gone home already, I have my next direction, a path I will be on for the very dedicated next few years: I am pursuing an MA in Playwrighting with a Cognate in Directing from the challenging Theatre Department Program at Texas State University, where a wonderful colleague, Lupe Flores, is already making waves and drawing lots of attention to the program. (His ten-minute play, “The Coyote Stratagem” was a finalist at The Kennedy Center for the Arts Playwrighting Festival in May.) This will be a second Masters Degree for me (and then I will, officially, have been "trained" in each of literature's sub-groups: poetry, short story, novel, and playwrighting).
It is a big transition so be patient with me as I pour my time into those writing endeavors when, perhaps, the complexion of what I write and the topics I worry apart will also change, becoming more of a process-oriented blog. I will attempt to keep each juggled ball in the air--with rhythm!--but there is no guarantee that I will have a Disney smile pinned over a frustrated frown.
June has no real feel to it, yet, but there is an unidentifiable new season in the air: Life's next challenge. My son’s last day of school was yesterday. He is home today, waiting on the arrival of his out-of-town girlfriend (and then they will have one of their marathon dates, trying to catch up and fit in all that necessary teenaged mayhem). His summer job starts Monday and I cannot look at him, now, without asking him how it feels to be a senior. . .
Life here tends to move pretty slowly, but I have a feeling that is going to change. Thankfully.