A few weeks ago, I was very disconcerted to discover that I no longer have perfect vision. While a display on eyesight at the Museum of Science is not the end all be all of ophthalmology, I muddled through the last three lines on the chart and decided it's probably time to start thinking about a trip to the real eye doctor. This has yet to occur, but I find it ironic, considering my metaphorical long-distance vision just keeps getting clearer.
This has been the best MFA residency yet. I feel like I have finally grasped the concepts of point of view, character development, and revision. I feel like I can actually make a career of this in one way or another. No, I don't know exactly what I'll be doing when I graduate one year from next weekend, but I do know that no matter what it is, I will be on the path to publication. Just a couple months ago I would have said that it would probably take me years to finally decide on a writing career, but I think I can finally see it on the horizon, even if the economy hasn't been too forgiving as of late.
Oh, and if this vision thing keeps up, I will probably be wearing sexy librarian glasses by then, too. That helps, right?
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