Hey you. Cryptic as always I see. Glad you had fun out with the parents. Things are still... weird... here. I've been wanting to call you for a while, since you know exactly what this feels like, but I'm worried about saying something or doing something that I don't like people to see or hear me do. As soon as I get my senses back I'll call you though. I miss talking to you.
I received my MFA in short stories but now write mostly poems. While I was at U Mass, I took a poetry workshop with Dara Weir - she was a good teacher and her enthusiasm really got me going in poetry. I wanted to take James Tate's workshop, and John Edgar Wideman, but both times I lost out due to space issues.
My fellow students were very bright and articulate and were really willing to help out in the workshop setting. They got me going on the right foot.
Is that helpful info??? If you have other questions - send 'em my way
I clean furiously (and I do not clean either) when i am about to do something new or drastically different. It's subconscious, though, so I don't notice until later. Maybe you are setting yourself up for something good?