Journeying through Thesis-land

Recently, I have discovered Thesis-land, a place where time and space have no logical relationship to who you are, what you are doing, or any sort of reality that is not completely absorbed in your head. Thesis-land is isolating, enthralling and all-encompassing, as you bang your brain against the wall in vain attempts as you re-shape your stories to re-envision your themes, re-will your characters into some semblance of life, rewrite your sentences to actually make some modicum of sense. Forget about elegance. Forget about perfection. Forget about publication. They are not attainable when you are mired in Thesis-land.

Yes, I have been exploring Thesis-land and trying to figure out where I will be after I receive this special little paper stating I have achieved a Masters of Fine Arts, despite my feeling that as a writer I am still very much an apprentice--actually I am a toddler, no longer a mewling infant, but not quite yet confident that I won't fall flat on my face each and every time I attempt that great feat of taking a writing step. And there's not the cushion of diapers to save me from the pain of falling. All tears will be shed on the hardwood floors of reality. All focus is gathered towards finishing.

Sometimes the journey
is all there is, that and faith
you will reach The End.