Today is my day to be lazy and bad and sleep in, which I’ve done. It’s raining, so it feels preordained. Who doesn’t want to sleep late when the weather’s crappy? By tomorrow night/Friday morning, I’ll know who I’m working with next semester. That’s kind of nervous-making. So it goes. Now if only I can get some people to stay up late and play mafia. (No one here has played before, except Patrick.) I actually managed to write some yesterday, so really, I’m practically virtuous.
That piece on MFAs in the Atlantic that I haven’t had time to completely read yet. Here’s what he had to say on low res programs (part of it): Those were fascinating. One of the most important strengths is that they’re for the most part drawing older students. I visited Bennington and Goddard during the week that they had their residencies. The students tended to be in their 30s and 40s and they tended to have far more diverse interests in terms of what they wanted to write about. They seemed to look at this as a wonderful opportunity to kind of—I shouldn’t say “legitimize”—but to kind of honor the writing that they otherwise do quietly after work or early in the morning or whenever it may be. These people have stories to tell. When you’re in a room with a bunch of people who have had some life experiences, it’s going to produce a different type of writing. Also interesting stuff about big-name writers vs. less known people, and what kind of writer makes a better teacher. (Via Mark.)