Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

The insides of my thoughts, 

after a dizzying season 

of grant writing goes like this: 

what’s the next one? 

any other one? 

how about another one? 

surely there must be another one. 

We follow these thoughts 

down the path

where ideas go to labor, 

we peek, we pry,

we resolve instead

to not sit and cry,

but like dust, rise.

I have always said grant writing can be a gift and a curse. Even after embarking on what was the journey to an insane month, I promised myself to simply do nothing. Like nothing just so we regain strength. The inside thoughts though are thinking otherwise and in need of the next grant. The solution, teach it. No need to write. Just get more people writing and falling in love with the idea of dream grants. And so we begin, though today. Join us.