March 27, 2008

Thank you, Graduate Admissions Gods

The Graduate Admissions Gods must have been pleased by my words last night because they've responded to my blog-offering with great tidings: admission to Northwestern and NYU.

I actually was admitted to Northwestern almost two weeks ago but I didn't learn of it until the NW admissions office called me today to find out why I've been such a slowpoke in checking my application status.

Barely minutes later I also received an email telling me that I've been nominated for a full-ride at NW. And when I went to pick up my NW acceptance packet in the mail, lo and behold but an NYU packet was riding piggy-back.

Excuse me while I go burn some incense and quiver with happiness.

March 26, 2008

Waiting...

I'm currently in the midst of that old admissions game known as "waiting for the mail." I've had the good fortune to hear back from USC with an acceptance letter. I'm also 90% certain that I'll be awarded acceptance into CUNY's program if the level of their wooing is any indication.

I have no idea what to expect from the other schools.

My focus lately has fallen on other topics, which is probably for the best. I've encountered a frustrating rash of computer problems the last couple of weeks which has all but stopped me from writing anything new. I've re-learned that taking a few days off from writing, whether it's a simple blog post like this or a lengthy article with actual value to society (obviously I'm not writing from experience on that second item), can make a blank page look awfully intimidating.

Every book or quote about writing I've ever read somehow makes the point that it is difficult. I tend to agree with those statements. If I were a wittier person I'd even say that the only people who can face a blank page without any fear are those making paper airplanes. Actually that's not half bad.

In any case, it's going to be important for me to keep on trucking -- and writing. If I were a more pompous person I'd say that I need to keep honing my craft, but I think I'd have to wear a bowtie and smoke a pipe to get away with those words and I barely remember to zip my fly half the time. Not to mention smoke makes me wheeze like a four-year-old with a clogged nose.

So here's to waiting for the big news in the mail, and not forgetting to take care of business in the meantime.