It's the first Wednesday of the month. Time for Alex J. Cavanaugh's, Insecure Writer's Support Group post. Click on the link to learn more: IWSG
I have to admit, I've been grinning like an idiot ever since I received my first acceptance letter to a Bay Area MFA program I've been salivating for. I'm still waiting to hear back from two other schools, but I'm in. I sent the first six chapters of my second book, Chosen, as my writing sample and I got offered one of the ten coveted slots that open up for this program.
I made myself two promises. After I completed my graduate applications I would pat myself on the back if I got an interview. After the interview with the department head I would congratulate myself after I got accepted. I haven't done either.
I'm insecure that this will all be a misunderstanding, and turn into a failure somehow. I can't just relax. After my shift at the bookshop I'm thinking a glass of wine and a bubble bath.
What are your favorite ways to force yourself to decompress? Please post a comment below no matter how bizarre. I'll try anything once.