I found out I was waitlisted for admittance to the nonfiction segment of the Tin House workshop this summer and declined for a residency at the Edward Albee House.
Real talk: I was bummed about the Tin House news and felt not much about Edward Albee, and I'm wondering if this is because I thought the Tin House thing was more within my reach and the Albee House was a longshot? Anyway, it's good to be humbled, and, when I think about it, it's not particularly surprising that I wasn't accepted to Tin House. I applied for nonfiction because I know my nonfiction needs work, and perhaps it's not to the Tin-House-level of "needs-work" quite yet. It's good to know there's still a lot more to hope for! And this was the first workshop/conference type thing I've applied to. It's a totally new thing for me. So that's good that I didn't hear a yes right out of the gate. It will help quell my sense of entitlement.
I am headed out to VCCA in just 36 hours, so I will count my blessings.