Here’s the thing. I just graduated. (And by “just,” I mean many months ago in December.) I studied Writing, Literature and Publishing at Emerson College. I loved it. In the months before finishing my final semester there, I often compared leaving Emerson to a relative dying. “It’s like knowing someone is going to be dead in mid-December,” I’d say to less-than-responsive faces, “so it’s bittersweet being here. I’m enjoying my final days, but still it’s my final days.” I would wake up early on days when I didn’t have class until noon or six pm, and I’d go to the library to read and work on papers. Low on sleep and high on caffeine, I teared up on more than one occasion as I walked through the quiet third floor of the Walker Building. Even now, my emotions run high thinking about it.
And now, here I am, graduated and to my delight, still alive. Graduating was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do without really having to do anything. But I’ve come to find that I can still do all of the things that I loved about being at Emerson without the slightly-higher-than-my-bank-account-balance bill: read and write fiction. The only drawback is not having a group of people who have to listen to my thoughts and reactions and new (barely edited) stories! And it is a major drawback. I looked at Grub Street for a while, partly because of its proximity to Emerson (it’s unhealthy, I realize this), but also because it’s a community of working and passionate writers and publishers. Alas, due to the aforementioned bill from Emerson, I can’t quite fit into my budget the price of seminars and workshops that Grub Street offers. So instead, I am going to put my musings on new stories and novels and whatever else I can get my hands on here. My goal is to inspire those less-than-avid readers to read more or to expand the bookshelves of those who prefer only nonfiction. I also just need a place for all the exclamation points that run through my head when I read something that I love. So there’s that.