Ugh. I have terrible senioritis. I’ve turned my thesis in to my reader, I’ve submitted all my manuscripts to workshop for the semester, and my commitment boils down to the next few weeks in workshop–reading and critiquing the manuscripts of my peers.
I have less than a month to go until I finish my MFA, and the thought of the upcoming few weeks makes me grit my teeth. It truly has become the longest semester, for a variety of reasons.
I just have to close my eyes and do it, even though I am truly, utterly workshopped out.
On the other hand, I’m dreading life after the program, too.
Really–I wish I’d applied for a writing residency/retreat planned immediately after graduation…some place to decompress, sit and read, write, hide.