Four years ago…
Four years ago, I thought I was moving to Germany. My friend helped me get set up with a paid internship at the company he was working for in Munich, I spoke to his boss, and everything seemed ready to go. I did research about the city, created an InterNations account (social media for expats), and started figuring out the logistics of moving to another country. Then HR decided not to approve the internship and there I was, still unemployed and without any job prospects.
Four years ago, this failure hurt. But it made me realize that I needed to take action to get out of the rut I was in and I started thinking about what I wanted to do in life, long term. I started playing around with the idea of getting a MFA in Creative Writing. I figured if I really wanted to be a writer, I should make a serious commitment to it and having the structure of grad school seemed like a good way to start.
Four years ago, I got another temp job at the corporation I had left vowing never to return because my plan was to apply for MFA programs, and I knew I’d need money if I somehow managed to get in. The job was not great, but it allowed me to save up and I worked with some great people. In the meantime, I worked hard on applications, eventually applying to fourteen programs. I knew that acceptance rates for MFA programs were low, among the lowest for all grad programs, but at least I felt like I was working toward something and that something would get me away from the corporate life I hated so much.
Four years ago, I last wrote a post on this blog.
I’m not sure why I decided to start writing on this blog again. Maybe it’s because I read an article that gave advice for writers and one of the tips was that every writer should have a blog. I’m not sure this is true, but it made me remember that I have a blog, albeit an inactive one. Maybe it’s because I want to write more and am not always in the mood/mode to write fiction. Maybe I’m just bored. Whatever the reason, this is the first post in four years and so much has changed in that time.
I was accepted to the MFA in Creative Writing program at the University of Montana in the spring of 2014. I moved to Missoula that August and spent the next two and a half years there, graduating in December 2016. It was an incredible experience that shaped me as a writer and a person. I will probably write more posts about that time, about the people, and about some of the things I learned. Last May, I actually made it to Munich, though it was to attend that friend’s wedding. I traveled for two weeks, visiting Berlin, Vienna, Salzburg, and the Austrian Alps. Before that, my family made a trip to Spain. Future posts may also recount these experiences.
The past four years have also had their share of grief. Two of my grandparents passed away, as did an aunt, and, a week ago, so did my family dog. While my time in Missoula overall was positive, it was not without it’s rough patches–life is not without it’s rough patches after all–and I will probably talk about some of those.
I moved back to Colorado in February, back to my parents’ home while I save up money. Grad school drained my finances despite the fact that I worked at a library the entire time. After applying for many jobs and only getting a few interviews, I finally got a job at my neighborhood library and started there last week. I am enjoying the job so far and am looking forward to it.
Finally, I can’t ignore the fact that there have been many changes in this country. I was political before, but the election of Donald Trump has motivated me to be more active and outspoken. To be clear, I am not a Nazi and condemn white supremacism in the strongest terms possible. Honestly, I did not think I would ever have to clarify this, but here we are. I do not intend this blog to be solely a political one, but some posts will be political in nature.
Again, I’m not sure where this blog will go. I’d like to promise that it will be more active, but I’ve done that before and failed to deliver. Maybe it will be nice to post musings about things, about my life. None of them will be particularly profound, but I wouldn’t be the first person to cast my voice into the Internet’s void.
Oh, and because I should probably promote my writing, I have published two stories with a third forthcoming. Here are the links:
Driftwood Press, Volume Three: Issue One
“Rhubarb Wine” by Read Trammel http://www.driftwoodpress.net/v3
Adelaide Literary Magazine, Year II, Number 8
“Sightseeing” by Read Trammel http://adelaidemagazine.org/f_readtrammel.html