Goodbye 2011

December 31st, 2011

Here’s a random, and for sure not exhaustive, list for 2011 of what made me laugh or cry or gasp, what made me proud, or feel all warm and happy, or really really sweaty, or loved or filled with envy or longing:

All the Living, by CE Morgan, The Outlanderby Gil Adamson,  The Sisters Brothers, by Patrick deWitt, The Reservoir, by John Milleken Thompson.

Breaking Bad, Boss, Modern Family, Homeland, Enlightened.

Mary Marcy May Marlene, Buck, Bridesmaids, Win Win, The Red Riding Trilogy, Shelf Life.

Fresh Air, Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me.

Hedgebrook, Hot Yoga, London, a visit from the Swiss, babies, finding the crack near Boulder Utah (not crack, a crack), Manzanita, San Pancho.

Saying goodbye to Jennifer.

My friends, family, the continual delightful surprise of my mother.

Bill (huh…I looked at the opening paragraph of this post and realized he makes me feel all those things).

 

 

Intentional Ducati Reading

December 27th, 2011

Check out this great list of readers I get to read with on January 4th!

First Wednesdays, a series of readings, performances and wine-tasting are held at the Blackbird Wine Shop, 4323 NE Fremont, 7-9pm. This show is 21 and over.

The readers for January 4th  is a night of Intentional Ducati with Jackie Shannon Hollis, Steve Denniston, Bruce Barrow, Mary Milstead, Julianna Waters, Scott Sparling, Jean Hart, Yuvi Zalkow, Sherri Hoffman, Joanna Rose & Stevan Allred. Jean Johnson guest emcees.

More than a writing game, less than a novel, Intentional Ducati is an exploration of group mind! http://intentionalducati.org/.

Come and have a listen to a bunch of very short but cool stories.

Jennie Shortridge

November 15th, 2011

It’s time to be thankful and I want to thank a wonderful writer for her role in my writing life. Because without her, I don’t know if I would’ve made it past my initial fragile steps into writing. Ten years ago, I completed a rough (very rough), draft of a memoir. I knew nothing about publishing (and really, very little about writing – I’d never taken a class, had never written before).  I read an article in the Oregonian about Jennie Shortridge, whose first book, Riding With the Queen, was about to be released. The article also said she was a scout for an agent. And there was information on how to contact her. So I did.

Jennie responded quickly and asked to see the first five pages of my manuscript. I sent them and she asked for more (I was thrilled). She said she was interested in passing my work on to the agent but that I needed to do some revising. She was so gentle and encouraging. She gave me extensive notes. I made some changes to the manuscript and gave it back to Jennie. She read it again. It must have been hard for her because, I had NO idea what I was doing. I understood that something wasn’t working with my writing, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t have the tools. Jennie gave me more note. Ultimately I sent the manuscript off to the agent who very kindly passed on the manuscript, but was encouraging about my writing. Not long after that, Jennie sent me an email about a writing class she thought I might find helpful.  I took that class, (Pinewood Table–with Joanna Rose and Stevan Allred), and jumped wholeheartedly into learning how to write. I began to add tools to my writing tool box. I learned how to take my raw desire to write, combined with a basic talent of expressing images and sounds and ideas on paper, and apply the tools to revise and rework a story, which is the biggest and ultimately most rewarding part of writing.

It’s been ten years now and I’m still learning. But, after having short stories and essays published, after completing my own novel (nope, not published yet), after being taken in by a wonderful community of writers, I think back to what Jennie did. She was generous and kind and honest. She was gentle too, which is so important to a new writer, to be encouraged and guided but also be pushed to improve.

In addition to appreciating Jennie, I admire her as a talented, hard working writer. Since that first book, she has published three more wonderful novels (you can read about them here) and her next book Love, Water, Memory, will be out soon. Jennie is no longer a scout for an agent, no longer looking at raw manuscripts. Her writing career is a full-time deal.  But she is still involved with good works as a member of the Seattle 7, a group of writers who keep reading and writing going strong.

So, in a month of giving thanks, here’s a big thank you to Jennie Shortridge and to all you accomplished writers who encourage new writers coming along.

 

Slice Magazine

October 21st, 2011

Yay!  A few months ago, I got news that my story, “Her Own Special Touch” was going to be published in Slice Magazine AND that I’d been chosen as their Spotlight Author for the issue. Which means they interviewed me about the story and writing.

Well, it’s out now. I sure enjoy these moments, when my work is out in the world!  Just the opening of the story is available online, so if you want to read the rest of it AND enjoy the whole issue, you can find the interview here and you can buy a copy of Slice Magazine at Powells or order it through Slice here.  Better yet, support this magazine by subscribing.

Transitions

September 6th, 2011

One day early last week, just like that, I felt the turn from summer to fall. The light had shifted, the air had an edge to it. This week, even though we’re having hot, tomato-ripening, weather, it still feels like fall. I like it, the change from one season to the next. The sense that all the busy of summer is over and we’ll soon be tucking into gold-yellow-orange views and warm soup and sweaters and rain. It’s been a summer with many good things, but also a sad time, saying goodbye to Jennifer. It feels strange moving on. But that is what happens, we do move on with this new empty place in our hearts.

Mid-August, I mentioned to Liz Prato, a writer friend of mine, that I hadn’t done much writing and I wondered if I could still do it. She nudged me in the shoulder and said, “You do this every summer. Remember? You’ll get right back to it in the fall. You always do.” It’s true. How many summers I’ve lamented, “I’m not writing, what if I can’t do it anymore” What if I’ve forgotten how?”  Then fall comes and all that worry and fretting goes away. The words flow the minute I sit down, hands to keyboard. The words have been simmering  and swirling all summer. I’m glad to have this friend who remembers and can remind me. I’m glad to be sitting here just this moment and writing these words.

Yesterday, the neighborhood peacock came and sat on the stump of  tree we had to take down this summer. He’s lost his tail feathers. But they’ll be back and anyway, isn’t he still gorgeous?