Congratulations to a master
My son Hudson completes his Master's in creative writing today, submitting his two-part, bound dissertation--one part criticism and the other a collection of his own poetry. My hunky younger son is a poet!
It was just over a year ago that Hudson headed off to London to attend Kingston University--leaving family, friends, and an idyllic Santa Barbara lifestyle in pursuit of his dream--to be a writer. He had no job, no place to live, no bank account (have you tried getting any of those without the other already in place?) and only a handful of contacts. But he pieced those contacts together into a place to live for a few weeks while he found permament accommodations, enrolled in classes, got himself appointed editor of the university's literary magazine, joined up with a band of movers and shakers producing a monthly journal on the arts, addiction, and depression; and began the life of a writer--filling his days and nights with reading and writing.
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