So. I graduated. The two years of my creative writing MFA program went by lickity-split & I now have a master's degree. But I'm having a hard time feeling as if I've accomplished something. Getting the degree won't mean much to me if it doesn't lead to something. And by something, of course, I mean actually seeing my words in print.
Not that that's the only reason I subjected myself to the rigors of the program and spent all the damn money. I might have actually learned a thing or two in the process, and that's certainly worth... something. I think I'm a better writer because of the program. I met a lot of fabulous people. And the MFA gives me a certain bit of credibility as a writer and a teacher. It's all good. But it's not over. I'm not done. Yet.