Posts tagged with "residency" - Faerye Net 2008-06-19T16:20:11+00:00 Felicity Shoulders Final residency 2008-06-19T16:20:11+00:00 2008-06-19T16:20:11+00:00 <p>In Oregon for fewer than 6 hours, and I&#8217;ve already bought a book at <a href="" target="links">Powell&#8217;s</a> (okay, airport Powell&#8217;s, but still) and eaten <a href="" target="links">Pizza Schmizza</a>. Huzzah for home, for easy no-sales-tax math and shade, glorious shade!</p> Why today (now yesterday) was awesome 2007-06-29T01:21:22+00:00 2008-06-08T11:52:25+00:00 <p>Reading went okay.<br /> No one but me noticed flaws in reading.<br /> First semester student said I looked like Kate Winslet giving reading.<br /> Wasn&#8217;t under the glass light fixture dome when it spontaneously dropped and shattered, covering entire floor of my dorm room with shards.</p> <p>Oh yes! A good day!</p> One of us! One of us! 2007-06-26T22:07:13+00:00 2008-06-08T11:53:49+00:00 <p><em>Names in this story have been changed to protect the silly (writers are seldom innocent).</em></p> <p>Some time last year a gifted non-fiction writer of my acquaintance, Karin, told me she did not understand fiction writers. &#8220;I couldn&#8217;t do that. How do you decide what happens?&#8221;</p> <p>&#8220;You just do. You find something cool, and have it happen, I guess?&#8221;</P> <p>She shook her head.</p> <p>Last night, I sat at a kitchen island chatting with Elsa, a wild-eyed fictionist like myself. Elsa wiped the blue formica clean as we spoke, the action almost subconscious for a fastidious parent.</p> <p>With the indiscreet clicking and clacking characteristic of dormitory doors, Karin emerged from her room. She looked stunned.</p> <p>&#8220;That surprised to see me?&#8221; I said.</p> <p>&#8220;Are we keeping you up, honey?&#8221; said Elsa.</p> <p>&#8220;I&#8217;m writing&#8230;a story.&#8221; She half-smiled.</p> <p>Elsa and I exchanged glances, then studied the transfigured face of our friend. &#8220;Fiction?&#8221;</p> <p>&#8220;Yes. I never wrote any before. Never.&#8221;</p> <p>&#8220;You made something up!?&#8221; one of us said, and &#8220;Good for you!&#8221; the other, all at once, as we surged forward to grab Karin&#8217;s hands.</p> <p>The residencies are transformative, remarkable. They are crucibles and comfort. Imagine this change! Imagine the confirmed teller of truths &mdash; or, depending on your philosophy, seeker of them &mdash; turning to fiction. It can happen. After all, I&#8217;m a confirmed confabulator, and I just wrote this.</p> Small joys 2007-06-24T15:33:41+00:00 2008-06-08T11:56:41+00:00 <p>A small joy from my grad school Residency, rife with joys of all sizes: sitting in front of a notoriously enthusiastic poetry professor at a poetry reading. His good-poem exhale (you know this exists, right? Go to a poetry reading, a good one, if you don&#8217;t. Synchronized exhales when the poem ends) is louder than average, and if someone&#8217;s poem is <em>really</em> good, he&#8217;ll say, almost subconsciously, &#8220;Geez!&#8221; I used to fear mentioning it to him. I thought maybe he&#8217;d suppress it if he knew he did it. But I am sure now that he knows, and knows we love it, and knows that when he lets out, as he did two nights ago at one of Joe Millar&#8217;s poems, the entire name-in-vain, &#8220;Jesus Christ!&#8221; it is the best and most sincere compliment.</p>