officially rejected from the waitlist at VCU for fiction, meaning it's a shut out this year. It's funny--I'm actually at a writing residency right now and feeling so inspired by all the writers and artists and composers here and it both redoubles my desire for an MFA and reminds me that I don't *need* one to be a writer. To anyone else feeling bummed about rejections, may you keep writing, keep pushing forward, keep inspiration alive. And who knows, maybe I'll be right back here next year, haven't decided yet!