How do you keep writing at times when your life is in upheaval? When your emotions are raw and exposed? Death of a loved one. Illness. Loss of employment. Break-up. There are many situations where it seems that just putting one foot on the floor each morning, then the other, and walking to take a pee is more creative energy than you thought you had.
Yet, for me, writing during these times is more important than any other time, because writing is how I process my thoughts and emotions. And walking.
So, I advise you to keep writing during these times. Even if it’s just a line here and there. Even if the line is banal. Write during these times first and foremost for you. Write honestly. Lock up your notebook if you’re worried someone might find out what you’ve really got in there. Don’t worry about the “project” you’re working on. Go wherever your heart compels you.
And read lots and lots of poetry. Let poems settle in your lap and nap there. Take poems into the shower with you. Copy poems in your own hand (or with your own keyboard) and read what you’ve copied over again. Send poems to friends.

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I’m out of practice in this thing called life. While at the RWW residency, I lost track of place and time. When my sister picked me up (I was only a thirty minute drive from home), she said she hadn’t realized I was so close, that it’d felt like I was clear across the continent. I’d felt that way too. At times this was inspiring and uplifting, at times I felt too vulnerable and exposed. I’m home now, slowly shuffling around the house, placing things where I had expected them to be when I returned, taking the things from my suitcase and placing them where I think they belong. I’m settling in to write, though I’m a bit wary of where to begin. I guess I began this morning, shuffling about the house musing over the various reasons why it is I persist in writing.
Here’s the first paragraph of James Salton’s essay “Some for the Glory, Some for the Praise”:
“To write! What a marvelous thing! When he was old and forgotten, living in a rundown house in the dreary suburbs of Paris, Léautaud wrote these lines. He was unmarried, childless, alone. The world of the theater in which he had worked as a critic for years was now dark for him, but from the ruins of his life these words rose. To write!”
Why do you write?

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Get out of your comfort zone

As karma would have it, the facilitator that I griped about in my last post, will be my mentor for the coming academic year. ☺ Oddly enough, I take this as a blessing. Though I may not have left that workshop feeling very good, I am able to recognize good advice and expertise when I see it. Aside from that news, it was a mellower day that left me time to walk and reflect. I did attend a class on storyboarding taught by Brent Spencer that left me with some practical tips for writing.
I also found out that though I go home Wednesday AM, I’m going home to an empty house. The good I can find in this ultimately sad fact (I miss my people) is that I plan to take advantage of this time to write and revise. This whole experience has been mind-blowing. I can’t really describe it, but you’ll see what I mean as I continue to post about this experience which will be ongoing until summer 2011. One more day here. Then I’ll be back to posting from daily life.

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Stan Rubin and Elea Carey read in the morning. 🙂

I was up for workshop, and it’s hard for me to write about this without bitching and moaning and trying to explain or justify my work. In part, I blame the piece I chose to submit. My first piece of fiction that I’ve never been satisfied with, but just can’t give up on. It’s been kicking around for sixteen years. Ugh.
That wasn’t everything though. I knew the piece needed work–that’s why I submitted it. And, I can take criticism. In gulps, in fact. Our facilitator had the piece read round-robin one paragraph at at time, which makes for an awkward read–breaks up dialogue, etc. I don’t have anything against reading aloud, but in this situation where there is a limited amount of time for each piece, this method wastes a lot of time. In my writer’s group we read our work aloud, but we are close and there’s a page limit and no time limit–and the author reads the whole thing. So, right away, I felt defensive. Then, once the story had been exposed to all, the remainder of the workshop was focused entirely on what was wrong with the piece. I can take criticism, but I’m no robot. This unnerved me.
Then, at the end, the facilitator didn’t want to take “thanks, I have no questions”. He wanted me to talk about the piece, which in my experience usually ends up as the author justifying why this was or what they intended. Sometimes there are good questions to ask. I didn’t have anything. Frankly, as I told the workshop, I’d already gotten more feedback than I could probably handle. Also, at that point, I didn’t really trust that the group was there to support me, so why spill my guts to them at the end? To me, it felt like a morbid request. All of this is entirely the responsibility of the facilitator.
I held all this in through lunch and a panel of people explaining about their outside experience, a requirement of the program that though I don’t have to do yet, I should begin thinking about it. Then, when my buddies Natalie and Kristina dropped me at my room (we were all taking a break to decompress before meeting up for dinner), it hit me. I put on my headphones, went for a walk, and just started balling. This combination of Sunday jazz on KPLU and catharsis was just what I needed to begin to see what good I could find in my experience.
Workshops that don’t begin by looking at what is working in a piece are inhumane. Tell me to toughen up if you want, but that’s what I believe to be true. That is what sets a tone of constructiveness in a group. This translates over to written comments on work as well.
I did finally manage to sort through all this and think about how to better get across what it was I was trying to get at in my story and how that’d work best. I’m skipping the morning lecture this morning to work on some revision.
We ate Mexican for dinner. A margarita. A good cry. I’m ready to move on.
The River and Sound Review was the event of the evening. I don’t know much about this program, but they’re a radio show…soon to be a literary magazine…follow the link to check them out. I’ll follow you.

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Washing the dishes
Write slowly
A celebration of the pause
Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone

Days 7 and 8:

Friday started slow, as the break didn’t end until 3:00 PM. I slept in an extra hour, then woke to laze about my room checking email, getting myself organized, and in general ruminating over what’s to come. I worked out a writing schedule/goals for the coming school year and came up with a list of some books I’d like to read. Over the year, we are to read 24 books and respond in writing (2-3 pages) to each. Though this is a heavy work load, I’m excited about this, and it’s very close to what I’ve been doing on my own over at What I’m Reading Now.
The 3:00 class was on just this topic, focused on what is expected in the paper. I’ve been trying to ignore the fact that I’m a teacher while I’m here—to fully inhabit the role of writer—and not get pulled into the excitement—it is exciting!—of planning and pedagogy. However, I just couldn’t help but think about how all this reading will not only make me a better writer, but also a better reader, and probably a better teacher. I’m also hoping that I can choose at least a few of novels I’ll be teaching this year as part of my 24, otherwise…I see me with my nose in a book while walking, while showering, while mowing the lawn. I will definitely keep up Winston and my summer routine of sitting for hours every Sunday reading at Borders. And, yes, if by some off chance you happen to be reading this Winston, you’re going too!
There was another impressive graduate reading, and evening reading, then an open mic student reading at the Northern Pacific Coffee Company on Garfield Street.
The readers for the evening were Greg Glazner, Dinah Lenney, and Jim Heynen.
I’ve met some beautiful people here and went with two ladies—first year students like me—to the open mic. We shared a picture of beer, but somehow I ended up with more than my share. I slept well, but since I didn’t hit the sack until 1 AM, I woke tired and a bit woozy.

Dinah Lenney gave the Saturday morning talk on memoir. She played just a little piece of Joni Mitchell’s “A Case of You”, which of course, being a Joni Mitchell fan, endeared her to me even more. That song in particular is just sooooo good. Lenney was poised, well-spoken, and funny.
Today was the first day of our mixed-genre workshops. A whole new group—a new set of mixed genre pieces to workshop.
There was a long break between noon and three during which I went for a long walk and sat at the book store reading You Suck by Christopher Moore.
The 3:00 class was the second half of the critical paper class with Ann Pancake. I left feeling like I had a good idea of what they’re looking for in those papers and some ideas about what I’d like to read.
After that there was another graduate reading and a dinner. I made the difficult choice to skip the evening reading so that I could get to sleep early. I was SO beat, and it paid off. I slept right through seven hours and am feeling like a new woman this morning.

Two by two, they boarded the narrative arc. I swear to Dog, I can’t use that phrase anymore with a straight face. I bow down to the sentiment, but discard the phrase.

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Some past posts to keep you making time: 
Adjust your pace accordingly.
It’s about the routine and how you shake up the routine
There are things you will have to give up
See it to achieve it
Washing the dishes
Write slowly
A celebration of the pause
Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone

Deep breath. No classes or obligations until 3 PM tomorrow. What will I do with that time? Organize my notes….and write! I’m feeling so inspired and eager to do something with that.
In the spirit of getting to that, I’ll offer a summary of what’s gone down the past couple of days for your interest and for me to look back on, some reflections on this experience so far, and then get to the business of what this blog is all about.

Day 5 (Wednesday, August 6):

Lola Haskins gave a marvelous presentation in the AM. I was pleasantly surprised by her authenticity and wowed by some of the poetry she shared. The topic of her presentation was writing as a response to art. She shared work that was as a response to art as well as art that was a response to her work. I’d like to buy her new book, but I know if I did I’d have to gift it to my sister-in-law, so I’ll wait for now. I did buy her book Not Feathers Yet: A Beginner’s Guide to the Poetic Life for my niece, Gloria.
I was prompted by her presentation to think about how my sister (graphic artist), my sister-in-law (poet), and I might collaborate on something. But, for now, I’ll let that be a simmering inspiration. There are other, more pressing, compulsions.

I attended a class titled “What A Novel Needs” taught by Brent Spencer. This was a very practical laundry list/ discussion of both what a novelist needs to include in her work and other considerations that a writer of books should be aware of in regard to publishing. During this class I was able to get down on paper some of the inspiration regarding my own novel that was bubbling to the surface.

He recommended the book A Few Good Voices In My Head.

Then, I attended a class on considering space as a way into writing and revision taught by Lia Purpura and Kent Meyers. This first day was a little hard, perhaps a bit too elusive to grasp–and HOT– but I left thinking that day two (this was a two session class) might illuminate some things for me. We were given an assignment to take something of our own and revise it taking what was happening in the literal and figurative space of the piece in our revision.

The readers for the evening included Linda Bierds, Brenda Miller, and Kent Meyers. Again, they were all fine examples of what can come of dedication to the craft. Kent Meyers excerpt from his upcoming novel Twisted Tree was creepy in the best way—artfully.

Day 6 (Thursday, August 7):
Woke up tired. Drank three cups of coffee. Three is supposed to be the magic number. I was still tired.
Judith Kitchen and Adrienne Harun gave a presentation titled “Prompted By Art”. These talented, funny women captured my attention, despite my drooping eyelids.
Day two of “What A Novel Needs”involved a continuation of the “laundry list” of considerations for the novelist and ended with some tongue-in-cheek “novel extenders. They included such tips as “include a character who needs everything repeated”, which I of course wrote down with a jolt of glee thinking on NaNoWriMo this November.
The next class was a continuation of Lia Purpura and Kent Meyers class on using space as a way to enter the creation and revision of a piece of writing. I will simplify the discussion by saying that the idea is to step back and consider your own writing in terms of how you are using the literal and figurative space in the piece and experiment with how in considering space, you might create more room for you reader to enter the piece of writing. The revisions that people brought in to share were ALL dramatic improvements on the original.
The reading tonight were all by students graduating this year. I was struck not only by the quality of the readings, but also by something that has been apparent to me all along—an unprecedented atmosphere of support and camaraderie.

A couple of writing schemes and such-like that I’ve jotted down over these last several days:
• I’ve gotten away lately from keeping a little notebook for jotting down whatever little images or pieces of conversation strike me. I’ve done this for years, but somehow ended up switching to a fancy larger notebook that is a bit of a pain to pull out. Why not have both?
• One question posed in a class, “how do you pace your writing every day?” alerted me to the fact that another school year is about to begin. If I want writing to happen, I’ve got to plan for it to happen. I will write every day. I will choose a word count for these days and try my best to stick to it. Two days will be dedicated to submission and/or revision. I won’t share with you here the gory details, just that they exist. ☺

Okay, now to the writing….

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It’s about the routine and how you shake up the routine
There are things you will have to give up
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Washing the dishes
Write slowly
A celebration of the pause
Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone

Usually I don’t mean to lie. I just am not very good at judging just how much life stuff one can fit on one metaphorical plate, and apparently I have a big fat ego, because I have been known to stand there with stuff literally falling off onto the floor, and I’ll bend over, pick it up, put it back on the plate, and then assure, “No problem. Piece of cake. I got it.” This was pretty much what happened when I promised a long blog entry for today and then got all cocky and promised to post some actual writing too. Aint happening folks. What you’ll get instead is a summary of some important events.
Just know that I’m a Pisces. If you’re not familiar with us-types, what this means is, it will happen, just not quite as promised. 🙂
The talk this morning by Stephen Corey was thought-provoking and powerfully delivered. His talk centered around the question: “Why and in what ways do you question your right to write about something?”
Then, workshops. I was up. I wasn’t worried, though several people from my group did ask me if I was beforehand, which did induce my mind to chase after some nasty little self-doubts. Come to think of it, I kind of got consoled by a couple people after too…Get back here. Right now!
I was tired and my mind of course was spinning after the workshop. So, I skipped the next session and took a long walk to let some things run their course in my head.
I returned from the walk with about thirty minutes to sit reading, back propped against the trunk of a tree, before the 3:00 class.
The 3:00 class was on story endings and was taught by Adrienne Harun. I appreciated her wit, her insight, and her use of concrete examples to illustrate her ideas. She recommended the book Reading for the Plot by Peter Brooks.
I then had some free time to read up for tomorrow’s workshop and do some laundry before dinner.
The readers after dinner included David Biespiel, Robin Hemley, and Ann Pancake. All were wonderful. Ann Pancake knocked the wind out of me. I bought her book Strange as this Weather Has Been today, and after hearing her read, Im moving it to the top of my what I’m reading next pile.

That’s it. Just a summary. At the moment I am wading around in the point-of-view ditch looking for pollywogs and thinking of that children’s book Fish is Fish.

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Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone

Okay, this is the pattern that has emerged, so I’m going with it. Though it’s now Tuesday, I’ll talk about Monday. And, so on. ☺
Day 3 (Monday):
I woke up early so that I’d have time to practice yoga and write some. I was glad I did this, because the day sprinted away from me from there and I didn’t catch up ‘til 11 PM, when I was wonderfully relaxed (okay, so this may have had something to do with the two Mac ‘n Jacks) and hopeful that I might finally get a good night’s sleep despite the not-so-comfy (understatement) dorm beds.
What did I do all day?

Kent Meyers spoke at a morning meeting on critique. He said many things that resonated with me. I found myself jotting down direct quotations as he spoke, but I think the line that captures the heart of his talk is this advice on critique: “You take it as a kind of creative pressure.”

After the morning meeting, I had just enough time to grab a double tall soy latte before the first of the week’s workshops. These are the sessions in which my peers critique each other’s work with the guidance of two faculty members. I was happy with how this went. My work was not up for critique, so that certainly helped my comfort level, but the group was refreshingly gentle and constructive. I think plain-spoken criticism is usually less successful in groups than it is one-on-one.
All right…it’s almost breakfast, so I’m going to pick this up a bit, though I have a feeling the next entry is going to be a long one…
I attended two classes. The first was a dialogue class with Ann Pancake, from which I took away some nuggets of good advice, the kind you need to keep hearing and hearing and hearing and a few exercises that I will probably adapt and use in my creative writing class this coming school year. (Yes, I’m pilfering lesson plans…) She strongly praised the book Making Shapely Fiction, which I plan to check out.
The second class was a short-short story class with Jess Walter. Walter is funny and unpretentious, which made this class engaging and relaxed. He challenged us to write the “best” short-short and email it to him by Friday for a chance to win–$10 in dining money here at the campus cafeteria.

From there I went to a graduate presentation of a critical paper, dinner, then another great reading by Lia Purpura, Gary Ferguson, and Brent Spencer, then to a bar/coffee shop where the student were gathering for snacks and drinks.

I promise the next entry will have more-more-more and a taste of the results of my attempt at the shor-short challenge.

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Washing the dishes
Write slowly
A celebration of the pause
Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone

So it’s technically Monday morning already, but I’ll start with the events of Sunday and then post later about how today goes.

Day 2: Sunday

They’re easing us in here. One peek at the schedule for Monday and it’s clear that the days will be busy. I’ve given up the notion of trying to fit in a run while I’m here. I think I manage waking up just a little early to practice yoga, but the rest, will have to fall by the way-side for now.
I was up by 5:00 and wandered around campus to find a yoga spot. Though it took some time, I did eventually find a great little spot between two trees. As my arms reached up and back from mountain into a warm-up standing forward bend, a dark bird stretched its wings and squawked overhead, streaming past my line of sight. I knew I’d found the right spot. And after 40 or so minutes of practice, including a final rest in Savasana, I was ready to face the day.
Sunday began with another lovely—still slightly awkward as we get to know the program and each other—meal. Then, we had a long break before the events of the afternoon and evening.
Unsure what to do with myself, I walked off campus, wondering what I might find if I just walked around. What I found was this wonderful little nail shop where I followed my inclination to get a pedicure. “Hop-up.” The middle-aged, sharp-featured Asian woman gestured to the pedicure throne. I noticed how her angled bob made her look fun, though I had no idea whether she was or not, as she leaned in to turn the knob on the back of the chair. I leaned in to the massage. Ah…..
In the end, I had clean, neatly trimmed, seductively red toes and a respite from the mild, but persistent anxiety of what is to come, will I fit in, what if…
On the walk back to campus I had to wonder if it was the effect of the pedicure that prompted the leather-faced man in the outdoor tavern coral to lean over the wooden banister, “Excuse me, young lady,” he said, “but you went this way earlier—looking like a dream–and now you’re coming this way. Would you care for a beverage?” Though I declined, I had to think, a dream? and wiggle my toes and toss back my hair.
At 4 PM, there was a reading, then dinner, then some more readings. Kathleen Flenniken, Kevin Clark, Rebecca McClanahan, And Jess Walter read. I enjoyed every one of the readings, and now I’m thinking I’ll hold off on any book buying until I’ve heard more, browsed more. There’s clearly a lot of talent congregated here and that is exciting and intimidating, but mostly marvelously inspiring. Monday, the fun starts. The pace is picking up…

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Some past posts to keep you making time: 
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It’s about the routine and how you shake up the routine
There are things you will have to give up
See it to achieve it
Washing the dishes
Write slowly
A celebration of the pause
Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone

Well, here I am. Alone in a dorm room. I can’t even say, like some here, that it takes me back to my college days. My son was born toward the end of my first quarter of college. In fact, I remember being bummed that I missed the last class of my Poetry Writing course because I was in the hospital giving birth. Not bummed in a strong sense. In most respects, I was so high on life, so overwhelmed with the joy of motherhood, but there was this little part of me that thought, darn, if he’d just waited two more days.
Though it is sort of strange…and well, amazingly quiet here in this room, I’m feeling at home already. It helped to spread my things all over the room right away. I plopped my yoga mat down between the two tiny twin beds (eeny, meeny…) and practiced a short sequence to relax. I mixed up some flow/breath moves with some staying with the pose right up to my own edge, and then just a little over. I brought a flat metal votive holder and a sage candle, which is now lit and burning next to me. I’m walking around barefoot.
There have certainly been some awkward, anxious moments in this day. I mean, wow, I’m so excited to begin, yet so blind as to what is about to unfold for me. It doesn’t matter how many pieces of paper I read detailing my daily schedule over the next eleven or so days, there are still questions, concerns, hopes, and fears rattling around in my brain. Not one person that I interacted with today after hugging my mother and thanking her for the lift, is someone that I knew prior to today. There’s just bound to be some awkwardness in that. The two hour dinner on the patio was wonderful, but we’re all still new, uncertain, warming up for what’s to come and I felt that.
I will be sharing in this blog the specifics of the work—and play—here in my first residency at the Rainier Writer’s Workshop, but today, I’d like to start broader, and dig down and ask myself WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE? It ‘s the sort of question that one must ask occasionally, so as not to wind up lost along the way.

1. I’m here to network. To meet other writers, make new friends, and build relationships that will support my writing life.

2. I’m here to be a better writer. In order to do this, I’ve got to listen, reflect, and practice.

3. I’m here to learn. Whatever I can. Writing specific or otherwise.

That sums it up pretty well. Stay tuned.

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Some past posts to keep you making time: 
Adjust your pace accordingly.
It’s about the routine and how you shake up the routine
There are things you will have to give up
See it to achieve it
Washing the dishes
Write slowly
A celebration of the pause
Monday, a run through the driving rain
Zen accident
Get out of your comfort zone