graduation
This month, I graduated from Emerson College with an MFA in Pop Fic Writing and Publishing. I don’t have much to say on this, other than the weekend spent in Boston celebrating with my mom, grandmother, and friends was exactly perfect. We dipped into local cafes, strolled along the harbor, got dinner in the North End, and I walked across the stage without tripping in my heels, though I do believe I blacked out in panic. I haven’t felt a sense of accomplishment like that in a long time. It was quite nice.
finishing my first draft
To be honest, I had lost faith awhile ago that this would ever actually happen—to the point where when it did happen, it didn’t even register. The Getaway (the draft in question) took up four whole years of my life, me writing at a snail’s pace for most of it, trying to squeeze in an hour wherever I could be between my nine-to-five, grad school, and simply trying to have a life. It was hard, like, sometimes, unbearably hard. But I did it. I finished my book. Thinking you could probably do it and knowing you can do it are too very different feelings, and I’ll be reveling in this one until I’ve wrung it dry.
party planning
I’m gearing up for the second annual garden party, in which my friends and I gather in my backyard wearing flower crowns and flowy dresses, eat good food, drink good wine, make wishes for the wishing tree, our cheeks burning from the candle sticks running down the length of the table. It’s a night of magic and wishes and mismatched tableware, ribbons, and mini disco balls—and obviously, lots and lots of flowers. Hence, the need for some vases. This month, I went thrifting with a friend to source some goods for this year’s party (toile dinnerware and ceramic vases). With every year, we elevate! Or at least that’s the hope…
Basically, May kept me busy.