A Good Cry & the Do-It-Yourself MFA
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At a library author talk this past week, I was asked how I wrote a novel when I’d only written non-fiction for work.
I said I burst into tears, got up and paced the room, made a mantra of the names of women friends who said I had a voice and should write, repeated that names mantra over and over . . . and I sat back down and started typing. Crying but typing.
But I also told them about my do-it-yourself MFA (Master of Fine Arts). (Still ongoing . . . )