Yesterday was Sunday.  I’ve been in the MFA program for three days.  I’ve yet to write a novel.  I am a little disappointed with myself.  I thought I would have finished one by now.  I’m guessing I am behind the other students.  In my head I imagine they’re polishing off their first one-hundred and fifty pages.  Some of them might already be sending out drafts to agents.  I’m thinking of going to McDonalds later and writing a novel there.  To be honest I thought once the program started novels would kind of just start writing themselves.  This does not seem to be the case.  Anyone thinking about applying to an MFA program should take this into account.

Instead of writing a novel yesterday I spent most of the afternoon watching an old Bruins game on television.  I wasn’t that interested in the game, but the clicker wouldn’t change channels and I didn’t want to get up to change the channels manually.  I feel asleep.  When I woke up the Bruins had won 6-2.  Someone threw their shoe at the opponent’s goalie.  Maybe when I finish my novel I will throw my shoe at someone.