This past May marked the end of my first year in Boise State’s MFA program. In a whirlwind of moving twice, losing a relationship, cautiously starting another, searching for my voice as a writer, and of course, figuring out the best place to buy groceries, the summer loomed ahead of me. In the past few years, summer hadn’t meant much with full-time jobs and responsibilities. But I had left all of that behind in entering my MFA program. What was I supposed to do with my summer, the first official, extended break from graduate school?
In reality, I was afraid. A year earlier I was beginning my round two of applications for fiction MFA programs. I saved up enough money and released myself from any so-called job burdens from June 2012 to November 2012. “I’ll write every day,” I assured my then-boyfriend, who graciously covered my share of our San Francisco rent. While I did eventually write the three short stories that got me into my MFA program, I certainly didn’t write every day. I did watch every episode of Adventure Time, Sex and the City, and Law & Order, on top of whatever was on regular cable when my then-boyfriend or roommate were watching. Of course, I spent a lot of time researching schools or thinking about writing, which is sometimes helpful but is also another form of procrastination.