Are you superstitious?
My mother wasn’t. At 45 she graduated from college with honors. She told me about a job interview she had at Time Magazine. With a real income she was going to get rid of the junky, rattling car and move out of the apartment complex where drug deals happened under her balcony. The boyfriend and the depression were gone. She was making her art. Then she died.
If I get into this MFA program, I will graduate at 45. Forty-five is the magic number–even if I’m not superstitious. That number brings me to my desk and keeps there while everyone else goes to sleep.
I walk like my mother and laugh like her. I get angry like her and argue like her. I’m turning into my mother every day and logic has little to do with it.
Last time I asked about your plans for the coming months. Well, what are your long term plans? I’m writing and making art for the next five years. What about you?