When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
Ever wonder what life is like in the noble profession of creative expression? What it's like to be a member of that wonderful community which your parents always kindly remarked would leave you poor and destitute? Well, here's five thoughts on what it's like to be a writer.
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Read MoreAs you'll be able to gather from the rest of this post, I have just gone through the process of applying and being accepted into an MFA in Creative Writing program. This fall, I will be attending Minnesota State University at Mankato with my tuition expenses covered by a position as a teaching assistant of Composition.
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