This past year I thought a lot about whether or not getting an MFA would kill my creativity or foster it. Turns out, the actual discipline of going to class, getting assigned homework, and speaking on a regular basis with other writers is inspiring and supportive. I’m only three weeks in, but it feels like a nurturing environment, but definitely not a safe one. I’m encouraged to take risks, given freedom in my work, and a lot is expected of me. I’m expected to be strong.
As a person who responds well to pressure, this environment is helpful for me to actually produce work. There is the drive to keep up with peers, perform under the watchful eyes of professors, and to be brave, to embrace my writing as something I do as a lifestyle, not a weekend hobby.
I hope that as I pretend to be strong in my life, I will become it.
***Sorry, the alpacas are not my students 😉