So, my MA course is officially over. We've all handed in our dissertations, and even though some people are still working on their books (poor researchers...), most of us are starting to look for agents and publishers to take us on. It's a whole new ballgame, and this time we're on our own. No weekly workshops where we can glean advice from those farther along than the rest; no meetings with grown-up writers (ie tutors) who can guide us in the right direction; no grades/marks to let us know whether what we're doing is working. Nope, each of us is on her own now, and that's both freeing and terrifying.
But it doesn't mean we can't still meet up and gossip over cake every now and again, and that's exactly what we did a couple weeks ago! After much back and forth on scheduling and location, we settled on a date and time and met up at our classmate C's house in West London for brunch. And yes, the tube lines were down, and yes, the journey was long, but it was so worth it for the lovely outdoor space and even lovelier hospitality.



