Lesley Residency 4.5
I think that the traffic gods knew today would be the last day I had to drive all the way in from Merrimack and thusly served up a heaping helping of the worst fucking traffic I’ve seen in quite some time. It was easy to laugh it off though, as I knew I wouldn’t have to deal with it again for at least another week. I’ll be staying here, in Cambridge (actually, Arlington), until Sunday. Then, it’s back to reality. For now though, there is drinking.
I dubbed tonight the first day of the drinking week. It was funny the first three times I said it, and then it wasn’t anymore.
We did the normal workshopping thing today, and the seminar thing, and I got to spend a lot of time learning from one of the writers I admire most on the faculty, Indira Ganesan, who ran not only half of today’s workshop, but was also the presenter of today’s seminar.
Of course, every day has it’s downside. For me, today’s downside was about feeling like I’m losing my friends here in the program, like I’ve begun to try their patience. That makes me very sad because what I’m looking for most, coming out of this program, is a sense that I will continue to have a writerly support group after I’ve graduated. My feeling is that that is slowly slipping away. I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do about it.
Anyway, I’m checked into a hotel and I get to drink when I want, what I want, for the rest of the week, and it’s going to be a much better time now that I don’t have to worry about falling asleep at the wheel.