In 2016, I...

turned 26.

taught a college creative writing course.

took long, productive and necessary breaks from social media.

published five essays, two stories and a poem.

hooped.

went to USC basketball, baseball and football games.

walked my dog.

finished a draft of my novel that I didn't hate. 

taught creative writing to elementary schoolers.

published some writers I love in Yemassee.

visited Los Angeles for my fifth straight AWP conference.

defended my thesis.

read 29 books.

helped publish some writers I love in Banango Street.

bought books.

watched the Pistons make the playoffs for the first time since 2008.

played euchre.

drank beer.

went camping.

ate scones.

made a website.

finished my Master of Fine Arts degree.

started blogging about the NBA.

moved away from a college campus for the first time.

went to minor league baseball games.

got a big boy job.

taught creative writing to middle schoolers.

guest edited Smokelong Quarterly.

married my #onetruelove.

became a bicycle commuter.

gave up football.

published a chapbook.

taught journalism to college students.

gave up teaching.

honeymooned.

received 25+ rejections. 

started a third (and hopefully final) draft of my novel.

had my favorite story accepted by an all-time favorite journal.

had my wisdom teeth pulled.

voted.

wept.

had my first Christmas in South Carolina.