Lauren J Sharkey
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Reflecting on my first @sackettstreet #workshop, I can’t help but feel grateful. #amwriting

Last night was my last week at Sackett Street…for a while.  I’m taking another workshop at the end of September.  But last night marked the end of my first workshop.

While I didn’t exactly “make friends” with the people in my workshop, I found myself feeling sad as I sat at our table last night, knowing it would be the last time I saw most of them.  Despite not exchanging phone numbers and making…

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Can we panic now? It’s #GRE time. Check the latest post on #MMIMR:

When I first started researching MFA programs, one of the first things I looked for when scanning program information pages was GRE requirements.  The last thing I wanted to do was take another standardized test.  However, after careful and exhaustive researching, I came to understand that while the GRE isn’t a requirement for most programs, a high score can come in handy when it comes time for…

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I didn’t just want to write…I wanted to write well. #amwriting On #comingout to my parents:

Before I met my boyfriend, I was – shit, I don’t even know what you would classify our interaction as.  For lack of a better word, I was dating my cousin’s best friend, Rich.  I was going through a rough time – I was out of school, working a new job every few months, things with my parents were rocky…I needed a friend.

Rich always had a way of making me laugh.  Looking back on the nights I drove…

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Important Information Regarding Meet Me In Medias Res

Dear Loyal Readers,

Firstly, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for making my time here, at, more that I ever thought it could be.  I began this blog with the sole intention of simply putting myself out there.  I never could have imagined that I would find a community – a second home.  The love and support you have shown me is something I will always be grateful…

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#ComingOut to my parents - Part I


Being a creative industry goes against everything we’ve been taught from a very young age – do well in school, go to a good college, get a good job, meet a nice man/woman, get married, have babies, retire.  Sure, all parents tell their children to reach for the stars, dream big, and pursue those dreams…but they only mean it when your dream is to become a lawyer, doctor, or teacher.

The thing is…

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Growing up means you can’t fuck up. #amwriting

Something happens when you get older – you don’t just pay back student loans and have to worry about your blood pressure.  Growing up means you can’t fuck up.  And when fucking up is your MO…growing up becomes a real problem.

I’m having a lot of anxiety about applying to MFA programs.  I know the odds going in – rejection is almost definite.  But I feel like I have to bet on myself.  Despite…

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The default setting of any writer is despair. #amwriting


As of late, I feel my default setting has been set to “extremely worried”.  I lie awake at night wondering what will become of me.  I think about my job – my sweet, comfortable, placating source of income.  I think about how I’m not supposed to be there.  And yet it is where I stay.

The words won’t come.  It makes me wonder if they were ever really there.  What if I’m the biggest lie I’ve ever…

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I’ve got a deadline…shit is getting real. #mfa #writing #amwriting #ampanickingaboutwriting

After careful thought and consideration, I’ve decided to apply to several MFA programs.  In fact, I was recently accepted to The Sackett Street Writers’ 8-Week MFA Prep Workshop and I have to say that once I got the acceptance email, all I could think was, “Holy shit this is really happening.”…and I haven’t even done anything yet.

Writing seems like one of those ridiculous things to want to…

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OMG shut the fuck up @netflix! #spiceworld is streaming right now?! #epicwin #lifemade #wannabe #spicegirls

It hurts, Mom. It hurts. #amwriting

New Meds.
Root Canal.

Default setting has been changed to anxious.

What if I fail?
What if I fail in an epic fashion?
What are the logistics involved with changing one’s name and working at a roadside diner the rest of one’s life?

Everyone tells me to step away from the ledge – that everything will be okay and work out in the end…
They lie.

I wish I wasn’t lazy.  I wish I cared more…

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