So, the verdict is in: I didn't make it into the MFA program. It's weird, but I kind of knew on some level that was going to be the outcome, so I'm pretty accepting of it. That doesn't mean, of course that I'm not disappointed, usually in sudden bursts, and that I'm not struggling with extrapolating this to mean that I'm a gigantic pile of shit and should probably never write anything ever again ever for all time ever. That's just sort of how my brain rolls.
Any thoughts on how I should spend the next two years instead?