Welcome to The Lurking Novelist, in which a(n) (aspiring) (professional) writer relocates from London to New York in pursuit of, amongst other things, an MFA.
Full disclosure: the relocation and the beginning of my MFA program happened a year ago; now, after fourteen months of NYC-specific lurking, I'm dipping my heavily discounted Michael Kors ankle boots into the writing blogosphere. Full disclosure part 2: said ankle boots = the one bright spot in a year devoid of clothing purchases. Shopping was the first casualty of my grad school tuition mixed with Boerum Hill rent. I will inevitably cover this topic in numerous future posts lamenting my plight as a starving artist, the black hole of student loans, and really wonderful / terrible life decisions such as buying forty dollars worth of books instead of groceries.
I'm embarking on 'The Lurking Novelist' because, most simply, I've lurked around the online writing community for years and never felt enough at ease to emerge from self-imposed hermitage. I'm admittedly *exceedingly* introverted and the self-indulgent aspects of blogging neither appeals nor comes naturally to me. I don't like oversharers, I don't like a written tone that's unfailingly upbeat or conciliatory, I don't like instagrams of typewriters or details of a song that reminds you of your red-headed rebellious YA heroine. I don't like many things; that's just me. I'm designing this blog as a niche, and if I'm the only one to take up residence, then, hey - at least I don't have to share my wine supply.
This is not a Creative Writing MFA-centric blog, nor is it a place where I'm striving to achieve perfect prose or capture the attention of the publishing industry. This is a blog about writing, written by a lady who doesn't like blogs about writing. If I last a month, I'll be thrilled.
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