Tuesday, December 15, 2009

13th Bay to Ocean Writers Conference Announces Speakers & Conference Registration

James Michener, John Barth, and Gilbert Byron – all experienced success as writers using the Chesapeake Bay region as inspiration for their penned words. This winter,aspiring and established writers from the region will have the opportunity to learn from 23 experienced authors, poets, film writers, writing instructors, editors, publishers and agents at one of the region’s premier educational seminars – the 13th Annual Bay to Ocean Writers Conference at Chesapeake College in Wye Mills, MD on February 20, 2010.


Registration for the conference will be from December 1, 2009 through February 12, 2010. Advance registration is required as past conferences have sold out. The program is sponsored by the Eastern Shore Writers’ Association, a nonprofit organization supporting writers and the literary arts across the Delmarva Peninsula.

The largest number of expert speakers in the conference’s history will address writing craft for prose and poetry, inspiration, publishing, marketing and up-to-date uses of the Internet.

Over 1,000 writers from five states have attended the event over its history. Due to its popular response, this year’s conference will increase its capacity to 175 attendees. Registrants will be able to sign up for five of 19 session offerings.

Among the writers addressing writing craft are Barbara Esstman, internationally published and awarded author; novelist Kathryn Johnson, author of 41 books; Khris Baxter, screenwriter, producer, and script consultant; New York film maker David Garrett; award-winning author and instructor Kate Blackwell; mystery novelist and teacher Austin Camacho; and William O’Sullivan, award-winning essayist and senior managing editor of the Washingtonian Magazine.

A variety of sessions will explore getting your writing ready for publishing, selecting publishing options and using literary agents. Presenters include Richard Peabody, editor of the 34-year old Gargoyle Literary Review; Jamie Brown, founder, publisher and editor of the Broadkill Review; John Ellsberg, poet, teacher, publisher, and member of the Editorial Board of The Delmarva Review; Melissa Rosati, a 15-year veteran of the New York publishing industry and is a leader in “e-learning” education; editor, writer, and publishing consultant Ally E. Peltier; Gregg Willhelm, director and editor-in-chief of Apprentice House, the country's only campus-based, student-staffed publishing company (based at Loyola College in Baltimore, Maryland); and literary agents Jeff Kleinman, of New York, and Laura Strachan, of Washington, D.C..

With the Internet changing daily, speakers Leslie Walker, a previous editor at The Washington Post and Knight Visiting Professor in Digital Innovation at the University of Maryland's College of Journalism; online writer and blogger Mary McCarthy; and author Mindie Burgoyne will explore Internet trends, writing online for pay and marketing your writing using the "big 5" social media networks.

Two “free write” workshops will be led by instructor and award-winning author Maribeth Fischer, of Rehoboth Beach, DE. Melanie Rigney, writer, previous editor of Writers Digest, and current copyeditor for The Delmarva Review, will remind writers why they wanted to become a writer in the first place by stretching their mind in painless, invigorating ways!

Poets will enjoy a number of new opportunities at this year’s conference including a panel discussion lead by Pulitzer nominated poet and writing instructor Sue Ellen Thompson, along with three other award-winning poets, Anne Agnes Colwell, a poet and fiction writer; Ellen Wise, published poet and Mid-Atlantic Arts Foundation Creative Fellow; and Meredith Davies Hadaway, poetry editor for The Summerset Review. Thompson will also lead a 90-minute Metaphor Workshop for up to 15 poets.

This year’s conference will again feature expert manuscript reviews for $40 each, a book store, and will present the winners of the Bay to Ocean Writing Contest. The contest, sponsored by ESWA, will honor first-rate writing in short fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry, with submissions due December 1, 2009.

The cost for the 2010 Bay to Ocean Writers Conference is $89 for adults and $55 for students and includes a continental breakfast, refreshments and a networking lunch. Advance registrations will be accepted online from December 1, 2009 to February 12, 2010. For complete information, visit the website www.baytoocean.com, or write Bay to Ocean, PO Box 544, St. Michaels, MD 21663, or call (443) 786-4536.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Monday Review: Transition by Iain Banks

Transition
by Iain Banks
Orbit (U.S)
ISBN:9780316071987

Pages:416

Reviewed by Brenda Clough


Opening a novel for the first time is like getting into an unfamiliar car. You're going to be spending some time here. Are the seats comfortable? Is the engine going to turn over and run smoothly?

In this analogy, Transition by Iain M. Banks is a high-end Porsche. This is not your father's Oldsmobile! You are sitting behind the wheel of a powerful and sophisticated vehicle, but it is not a cushy ride.

You have to pay attention to get the full benefit out of Transition. Multiple viewpoints, hops through time and space, a complex plot delineated by unreliable narrators -- it takes a little while to get used to the fast, challenging ride. But this baby was built by a master artificer. Banks never loses control of his story, a convoluted account of intrigue and betrayal among interdimensional travelers in an infinity of alternate Earths. And wow, there's a powerful imaginative engine under the hood.

The pure virtuosity of the novel makes it less accessible. This work was not written for newcomers to the science fiction genre, and is not suitable for younger readers (if it were a movie it would definitely be R rated, shading towards X). But if you can see what the writer is doing, it really is a pleasure to watch the whole thing come together. If you are an experienced driver and there are no radar traps, sometimes a Porsche is the perfect vehicle.

Brenda Clough has written seven novels, including her most recent, Doors of Death and Life. Her short stories have been published in numerous magazines, including Analog SF Magazine and the anthology Starlight 3. Other work has appeared in SF Age, Aboriginal, Marion Zimmer Bradley Magazine, and many anthologies. She was a finalist for both the Hugo Award and Nebula Award in 2002. Her next workshop at The Writer's Center is Writing Science Fiction & Fantasy in February. Find her on the web here.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Awards & Announcements

I'd originally intended to post about web resources for writers. But The Writer's Center is pleased to announce some really terrific related news, so I'm going to hold off on that for another day.

Three items:

First, the songwriting duo of Cathy Fink and Marcy Marxer--who lead a songwriting workshop here at The Writer's Center--have been nominated for yet another Grammy Award (they've already won two), this time for Best Musical Album for Children for their album "Banjo to Beatbox." Congrats to them.

Member Dylan Landis, who recently read at The Writer's Center as part of Story/Stereo #3 with Brian Gilmore and Zomes, has been awarded a literature fellowship from the NEA. Which is awesome news. The complete list of winners is here.


And finally, Charles Jensen, The Writer's Center's director, has been named to the Americans for the Arts Emerging Leader Council. This is a prestigious council that serves as a kind of national "steering committee" for Americans for the Arts.

Really great news from The Writer's Center community. Congratulations to all!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The "Godfather" of Creative Nonfiction, Lee Gutkind, and Jawbox Frontman J. Robbins Highlight Winter Season


The Writer's Center is stoked about its 2010 winter events & workshop season. We've got more workshops--including new workshops--across all genres, and we've even added a couple new ones this past year. We're also pumped by Lee Gutkind--the "Godfather of Creative Nonfiction--and his arrival at The Writer's Center. He'll teach a master workshop AND we'll host the official relaunch of Creative Nonfiction right here. Then there's J. Robbins, frontman of Jawbox, who will perform as part of Story/Stereo on February 19th. Keep reading to see what we've got in store for you this winter.


Workshops

This winter we've expanded our corps workshops by bringing in the "Godfather" of creative nonfiction, Lee Gutkind, who will offer a master workshop in the form. And Emerging Writer Fellow Marianne Villanueva will teach a visiting writer workshop on Using Memory in Memoir and Fiction in February. Those of you interested in screenwriting will be happy to know that we've got even more workshops in this genre this quarter, including a new documentary screenwriting workshop with David A. Taylor (who should know something about documentary films: His documentary "Soul of a People" is featured on the Smithsonian Channel and his winning plenty of accolades). All writers should be interested in Buzz Mauro's new Reading Your Work: Public Speaking, a workshop designed to make writers better performers of their work. Writer's Center staff had a foretaste of this workshop this past autumn--and let me tell you, it was amazing, and fun. I may take the workshop myself. Folks interested in comedy can get their fill with former comic Basil White in his Applying Standup Comedy Techniques to Your Writing workshop.

Selected January workshops include Creative Fiction: Internet (Bausch), Improv and the Writer (Jacobs), New Year's Resolution Workshop (Block), Songwriting: Digging Deeper (Fink), Writing the Personal Essay (Toutant), Words Out Loud: Writing for Radio (Davis), Starting a Documentary Film Project (Taylor), Dramatic Storytelling for Trial Lawyers (Baxter), How to Write a Grant Proposal (Seitchek), How to Talk the Talk: Focus on Dialogue (Pietrzyk), and Extreme Novelist (Johnson).And a second session of Extreme Novelist.


Here's the special deal for readers of this blog: Mention this blog post when you register for a workshop and you can get $50 off ANY six or eight-session workshop. That's right, $50. The only restriction to this is that you cannot register for your workshop online and get your discount. Right now our Web site simply won't accommodate special deals.

Events

We continue our trend of adding offering more and terrific events (we think, but we're admittedly biased). The complete list of events can be found at http://www.writer.org/. If you're on Facebook, please consider becoming a Fan of The Writer's Center. Each week we send one event update (and occasionally offer special deals. And we like to engage our community by encouraging conversation.

Some highlights:

On Sunday, January 17, poet David Gewanter (War Bird) joins Wayne Karlin (Wandering Souls: Journeys with the Dead and Living in Vietnam).

On Saturday, January 30, Writer's Center "alum" Pagan Kennedy returns and is joined by internationally acclaimed poet Carolyn Forche at our 33rd birthday celebration. This event is the only charged event of the season. $20. But it's a catered event and it should be tremendous. Both authors are featured in the current issue of The Carousel, and I may repost those features as we move closer to the date.

Beltway Poetry Quarterly celebrates its 10th anniversary on February 7.

Story/Stereo: A Night of Literature and Music has two dates:



February 19 with Marianne Villanueva (Mayor of the Roses) and Steve Fellner (All Screwed Up), along with musical guest J. Robbins. J. Robbins is the frontman of Jawbox. Jawbox reunited for a special show on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon last night. You can view that video on the DCist's Web site here.

March 19 with Kathleen Flenniken (Famous) and Anthony Varallo (Out Loud) with a musical guest TBA.

American Ensemble Theater, a new theater founded by workshop leader Martin Blank, will present a staged reading at The Writer's Center on February 26. More info can be found at their Web site.

Mark your calendars for a Creative Nonfiction inspired event called Writing the Future, which will be held in conjunction with a new rollout of Creative Nonfiction magazine with Lee Gutkind. See Gutkind on the Daily Show with Jon Stewart on the above link.

And finally, don't forget--especially those of you out in northern Virginia--that we have some really great events out in Leesburg as well. These are part of our The Writer's Center at Leesburg First Friday events at the beginning of each month. One event includes C.M. Mayo in March, and more will be announced as they come in.

Good writing and reading! We hope to see you early, and often, in 2010.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

The Perils of Book to Stage Adaptation

by Susan Land


The day before Thanksgiving, at the Hampstead Theatre just north of London, I dragged my husband to a one-man show he enjoyed, based on a memoir I read last winter and absolutely, positively, with all my heart and soul adored. Though relieved that Mark liked I Found My Horn, I wasn’t just disappointed in the adaptation, but irritated in a way that kept me up at night trying to figure out why. I’d laughed, hadn’t I? I’d enjoyed the music. I even play the horn. (Badly.)

I’ve also taught courses in reading memoirs and memoirs-in-progress, and I’ve learned:

1) Beginning with humiliation works better than beginning with triumph.

2) Readers expect writers to own up and grow up.

3) Readers want an Ah ha moment somewhere near the end of the story, a summing up of a piece of a life. Like a goody bag at the end of a successful birthday party, the moment doesn’t have to have anything of intrinsic value in it to be greatly appreciated.

4) British memoirists don’t dwell on their inner pain with the same candor as American writers.

I Found My Horn is based on the memoir, The Devil to Play, by Jaspar Rees. The memoir focuses on a middle-aged man’s return to the horn he’d abandoned after leaving high school, and the relationships between man and horn, and between horn and history. The book is frank, funny, touching, and very proper. No explanation for the divorce that triggers the crisis that leads to the horn. No romantic pining. No railing at the gods.

The pleasure of The Devil to Play is in the wit and melody and tender, humbling, raging, all-consuming love Reevs feels for his horn.

In the one-man show, the private life left out of the memoir is filled in with a mixture of the actual memories Jonathan Guy Lewis, the adaptor-actor-horn-player, and with Lewis’s dramatic embellishments. We hear him rant about meaningless and the pain of leaving his marriage and sons, and we watch him press the bell of the horn against his groin while wearing only his boxer shorts. He blows and grunts. It isn’t pretty, but it is pretty humiliating: see Item 1.

About halfway through the show, Lewis, playing Rees, reveals a secret humiliation from the past that makes the story more dramatic - and less true. But we get to see him take on the demon nervousness and ultimately triumph: Item 2.

He also gives us a long raunchy scene with Mozart and Mozart’s friend, the first known great horn player and a successful cheese merchant. In fairness to Lewis, live theatre needs to be bolder than print. There’s no time to reread, rewind, reflect.

For the all-important Item 3, Lewis, clothed, gives us a terrific ah ha wrapped up in a performance of Mozart’s Horn Concerto No 3, embellished with trills and little declarations about doing the best you can and feeling good about yourself. The only thing is, in the book he never learned how to trill!

So whose story is it now? Lewis is listed in the program as the first author, Rees the second.

I have no trouble at all with truth passing itself off as fiction. Fiction is always a mix, and Grace Paley, for one, felt that everything was fiction, because no one could really capture the non.

But non-fiction, once it has introduced itself as such to, say, this vulnerable reader, cannot just decide to make itself more attractive to others without leaving her dwelling on her pain: Item 4.

So, heartbroken, I seek solace with greater faith than ever in the honest joy of fiction. A good short story will never betray you with untrue trills!



Susan Land MA (Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars), Wallace Stegner Fellow in Fiction (Stanford University), has received three Maryland Council on the Arts Fellowships, and published fiction in many journals, including The Washington Review, Other Voices, the Florida Review, West Branch, and Missouri Review. So To Speak nominated her story "Amenities" for a 2006 Pushcart Prize. She had written and recorded a personal essay for NPR's All Things Considered, has a short story in Enhanced Gravity: More Fiction By Washington Area Women, and a chapter on teenagers and games in Like Whatever, the Insider's Guide to Raising Teens.This winter, Susan Land is offering a workshop on reading and writing short stories. Reading and writing longer short stories.

Look for a future book to stage colloboration with Round House Theatre, coming this May.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Seal Woman Sold to Schocken--and a call for FPP submissions

A brief post today. First a congratulations is due to workshop leader Solveig Eggerz (previously interviewed on this blog). Her first novel, Seal Woman, has been sold to Shocken Publishing House in Israel. The book will soon be translated into Hebrew. Those of you who subscribe to World Literature Today will find a positively glowing review of her novel in the most recent issue.

In other Seal Woman news, it has been chosen by the American Association of University Women as a book club pick for the month of January.

Now, a call for submissions:

Are you a member of The Writer's Center? Would you like to write a first person account of your experiences at The Writer's Center? Could be one workshop in one quarter, or multiple workshops over many years. Could be just about anything TWC related. During the month of January, I'd like to publish nothing but Writer's Center member accounts of their experiences here. Every day. All month.

If you're interested, all you'd have to do is write about 4-500 words and submit the piece to me, Kyle Semmel, by January 1st. I'm available to answer any questions you may have as well.

Review Monday: Charles Darwin's The Origin of Species: A Graphic Adaptation

The Origin of the Species: A Graphic Adaptation
Authors: Michael Keller, Nicolle Rager Fuller
Publishing Date: October 2009
Publisher: Rodale Press
 

Reviewed by Brenda Clough (originally appeared at Book View Cafe)

2009 is the bicentennial year of Charles Darwin’s birth, and also the 150th anniversary year of the publication of his famous The Origin of Species.  So what better way to celebrate than a graphic novel edition of the great work?
DarwinThe big problem of Origin for the modern reader is that, well, it was written 150 years ago, by a Victorian gentleman of great learning who was anxious to make an airtight argument by using many, many examples.  The book itself can therefore be charitably described as dry.

Any method of getting the work — one of the cornerstone volumes of modern science –  to be more accessible is therefore to be applauded.  This graphic novel edition  includes information about Darwin’s research, the scientific controversy, and lots of other ancillary material.  Also, some information really is better seen than described at length in text. — do you want to read about the difference between those finch beaks, or to see it?

Wouldn’t this be a great addition to a science classroom library?

Brenda Clough has written seven novels, including her most recent, Doors of Death and Life. Her short stories have been published in numerous magazines, including Analog SF Magazine and the anthology Starlight 3. Other work has appeared in SF Age, Aboriginal, Marion Zimmer Bradley Magazine, and many anthologies. She was a finalist for both the Hugo Award and Nebula Award in 2002. Her next workshop at The Writer's Center is Writing Science Fiction & Fantasy in February. Find her on the web here.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Saturday Morning Post: Member Patricia Valdata Wins Gold Medal for her Novel


Congratulations to Writer's Center member Pat Valdata, who recently received lofty honors for her novel The Other Sister. Here's the press release that was sent to us:



Elkton author Pat Valdata received a gold medal and was inducted into the Hungarian Association’s Árpád Academy on Saturday, November 28, at a black-tie event in Cleveland, Ohio. Valdata received the honors for her second novel, The Other Sister, which chronicles the lives of Hungarian Catholic immigrants over a 50-year period. 



Valdata, who grew up in the Hungarian-American community in New Brunswick, New Jersey, drew on family stories, personal experience and extensive research to produce the novel, which one reviewer calls “a vivid and richly detailed story of the immigrant experience in America.”


According to Dr. John Nadas, president of the Hungarian Association, the Árpád Academy honors “those valuable and extraordinary works which promote the Hungarian spirit, and to professionally evaluate, and to recognize, elevate, and promote those works, with the intention of keeping the Hungarian spirit alive and energized.”


The Other Sister explores family relationships of three generations of Hungarian immigrants during the first half of the 20th century. United by language, custom, and religion, the first generation of immigrants forms a tight-knit community. Succeeding generations discover their own unique challenges to balance their heritage with life in American society. Their personal stories are set against a background of larger social issues, including world war, the influenza pandemic, the Great Depression, and the 1956 Hungarian Revolution.


Valdata, who lives in Elkton, Maryland, received an MFA in writing from Goddard College. Her first novel, titled Crosswind, was published by Wind Canyon Publishing. The Other Sister was published by Plain View Press. She also writes a column for Cecil Soil, articles for Chesapeake Bay, and has a poetry chapbook titled Looking for Bivalve (Pecan Grove Press).

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Fail Better: Barbara Esstman Interview's Failbetter.com's Thom Didato






Today, workshop leader Barbara Esstman interviews Thom Didato of Failbetter.com. Thom once took workshops here at The Writer's Center.


Barbara Esstman:

I didn't know the Beckett quote until I read the back of your card ("Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."), but it reminded me of a great Lucille Clifton poem about writing that ends with "Though I fail and fail, this giving of names is my job." Failure as a constant is part of writing that often comes as a shock to novices. How did you choose Failbetter for the name of your on-line lit mag (and what were the runner-up choices?) How does Failbetter reflect on your ideas of writing and what you like to publish?

Thom Didato:

We’re often asked about the origin of our name which I always think is a good thing because a good name does go a long way of distinguishing a literary publication from the sea of ”reviews” or ”journals” out there.

As to why we chose it…Well, our mag initially evolved out of a popular New York reading series called “failbetter presents” that was curated by one of our founding editors, David McClendon. David was kinda a disciple of the Gordon Lish school and the series had many great readers. I initially approached David about the idea of starting a mag and ten years later failbetter is still going strong. Thus, in a way we didn’t choose the name, it chose us.

The meaning behind the Beckett quote is much debated, and in my opinion, misinterpreted. A lot of folks see it as some sort of self help / perseverance proverb. I don’t think of it that way (nor do I fathom did Beckett). And while I’m hesitant to provide our official interpretation of the quote (I’m sure even my colleagues and I might not agree) I believe the mere act of failing is the point, and said act may result in something truly original. Wow, that sounds pretty pretentious, eh? Well, let’s just allow the mystery behind Beckett’s words remain an enigma, much like the man himself.

What would you like our readers, members and the world to know about Failbetter.com? And since you'll inevitably be getting submissions -- at least one or two -- from our writers, what are you looking for in a story?

Again, I think you would get a different answer from each of my fb colleagues, whether it be from Andy Day the co-publisher of the mag, or from our section editors. I used to say we were looking for character-driven fiction where something actually happens – but with a decade under our belt, and the changing of section editors, I think the one constant editorial slant is that we seek that which is at once original and personal -- something that could only come from you.

As an old person still struggling with basic computer functions, I'm terribly impressed that you had the foresight to start an on-line mag before on-line mags began taking over the world. What was your thinking 10 years ago? What have you changed or adjusted over this decade? How has this contributed to your survival during a time when other lit mags have been vanishing at an alarming rate?

I laugh at the assertion that we had any foresight at all. We had foresight -- only in hindsight. As I have admitted in the past, when we started failbetter, finances were a definite factor, not because we didn’t have the money (though we didn’t), but rather because we had seen several of our fellow editors start up print magazines, only to go belly up after an issue or two. That seemed like such a waste, not only in terms of money, but also for the poor writers they had published whose work was soon relegated to the used-bookstore bins (or worse yet, the trash). For us, it wasn’t merely a question of money, but of longevity and impact.

In general, the technological change over the past decade has been insane. Yes, first we were a bunch of luddites, cutting and pasting and using html-made-easy programs like Front Page and the Dreamweaver. And the mag itself has gone through several face lifts in design. Somewhere along the line we changed from html to php, started to integrate better data base usage and an online submissions system. Eventually even our publishing schedule was effected by the way folks used the web, transforming us from singularly published quarterly to releasing each work on an almost weekly basis until it culminates in an issue. We’re still by no means on the cutting edge of online technology and one must always walk the fine line between becoming too fascinated with the method over the sake of the substance. We’re constantly asking ourselves about some new technology and whether or not it will be truly useful (“Should we have a ‘share this’ button? What about a Facebook and Twiter presence? Perhaps change the “from the editors” section to a blog… All of which, might I add, we’ve done.) Now the big thing is to get our publication out/away from the computer – with e-book and iphone editions, and a soon to be 10th anniversary Kindle edition.

How do you put out Failbetter.com with a staff in cyberspace? Is there a 'real' office or only a virtual one? Do you get together in person occasionally or is this completely a net operation? If so, do you know what the other staff members look like?

We’re all very, very close facebook friends… Seriously, in most cases we have personal or professional connections. Initially, we all lived in New York City which was great as far as editorial meetings – though sometimes produced a rather costly bar tab. Nowadays my colleagues live on the east coast, west coast and points in between. The office is indeed a virtual one, with an online submissions system where we can weigh in on the slush, and an onslaught of emails and conference calls to get all the work done.

Failbetter.com is running a 10th anniversary novella contest. How great is that? Publishing-wise, novellas are usually too long for magazines and too short for book publishers. No one's even quite sure how long a novella is, or what it is exactly. What can you say to would-be submitters? What should they know about novellas before they submit their manuscript to the contest? Maybe even before they start writing their manuscript?

Let me quote our own blog for this answer: “The novella is an unduly neglected form. Death in Venice, Heart of Darkness, Miss Lonelyhearts—would any of these find its way into print today, if it came from any but a well-known author? For traditional publishers, the fixed costs of making a book are too great an obstacle—to justify this outlay, a book has to sell for a price higher than most buyers are willing to pay, for a text that may come in at “only,” say, fifty pages. So what of the new Billy Budd or Seize the Day? Will it sit forever, unread but by one, on its author’s hard drive, or in his Moleskine? No! We’ve opined before about epublishing’s unique ability to give new life—bring new readers, in loads—to fiction in all its forms. Now we’d like to do our bit to revivify this great, if lately unloved form. How can we afford to publish a novella, when our print peers can’t? Because for us, the economics are different. It costs little more to code up a 15,000-word work than a 500-worder, and the storage and distribution costs are identical. As to your, the reader’s, cost—how much time you’ll need to spend, to read a novella online… If it’s good enough, that’ll be time well-spent. And if we’re right that the lack of outlets has kept too many good novellas from being published, and others from being written, we shouldn’t have much problem turning one up.”

So dear writer, send us what you’ve got!

You once took workshops at TWC—my workshop, in fact—so can you tell us a little bit about your experiences at The Writer’s Center? How about the writing group that was a spin-off from the workshop? Of course, we're hoping TWC engendered multiple epiphanies and revolutionized your life; but if not, just some practical observations will do on how a place like this can be useful to new writers.

That may have been the first workshop I ever took and it was a great one. Indeed, I’m indebted to TWC for saving me from a listless life as a government bureaucrat (though I have to admit there are plenty of such professional souls who have far more creativity than those who claim to be an ARTIST!) That class not only got me to start putting words to paper but how said words should or could appear. And yes, for a number of years after that class, about 4 or 5 of us would meet and share our various stories and excerpts...Of course, the writing pursuit lead me to more classes and more writing groups. TWC is great not only because it provides a resource for like-minded literary souls, but serves as a catalyst for being creative. Now, I’m not sure it engendered multiple epiphanies, but perhaps did lead me to the universally-known-but-little-followed maxim – “Do what you love and love what you do.” Of course, it took me about 20 more years for that to finally sink into my thick head, but I can thank TWC for planting the seed.

What have you done since (besides Failbetter.com)? -- like that wasn't enough. Are you still writing? Does your editing get in the way of your writing? How disruptive is a four year old?

You know, I should mention that the same rule that applies to writers also applies to literary publishers, and that is: don’t quite your day job. After leaving DC I moved up to Brooklyn, first worked in a bookstore (and got a lot of writing done) but then thought I should get a more professional looking job title and went into publishing. In many ways, that was disaster (both to my writing and to my psyche). I spent a couple of years editing cat murder mysteries (where the cat was witness to, or the perpetrator of, murder!) and Christian romances (usually involving a Canadian Mountie who lost his way by taking a wee bit too much of the drink). Then I went to work for one of the larger houses (which was hauntingly reminiscent of my days in government). Thankfully, I ended up at a little literary non-profit called the Council of Literary Magazines and Press (which kinda serves as a defacto union for hundreds of literary magazines and presses). I continued to write and got about a dozen short stories published in small mags, wrote a novel, got an agent, fired an agent, abandoned another novel and started a third…and then came the kid and the relatively recent relocation to good olde Richmond, VA.

Truth be told, in the past years I’ve spent most/all of my creative energy on failbetter and have taken a break from my writing. That used to make me feel guilty but I am quite content to consider myself an editor/publisher for now (though undoubtedly I will return to writing). Meanwhile, my wife continues to humor my failbetter ways (both emotionally and financially). I was lucky enough to land an academic job at Virginia Commonwealth University where I coordinate the graduate programs in English and teach a couple of undergraduate courses a year (including one on literary publishing). I’m somewhat satisfied (never really satisfied with anything) with my literary life and perhaps most importantly have managed to prevent my four year old son from becoming a huge NASCAR fan in a town that has no professional sports teams.
It’s good times all around.


Thom Didato is the publisher of failbetter an award-winning online literary magazine. He lives in Richmond, Virginia where he currently teaches at Virginia Commonwealth University and administers their graduate programs in English.


Barbara Esstman is a National Endowment for the Arts, VCCA and Virginia Commission for the Arts fellow and a Redbook fiction award winner, among other distinctions. Her two novels, The Other Anna and Night Ride Home, were published by Harcourt Brace and HarperCollins and are in numerous foreign editions. Both books were adapted for television by Hallmark Productions. She co-edited an anthology, A More Perfect Union, published by St. Martin's Press, and has taught extensively in universities. Her next workshop at The Writer's Center is Advanced Novel and Memoir.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Mini-Interview: Dylan Landis

This Friday, December 4th, Dylan Landis will join poet Brian Gilmore, author of Jungle Nights & Soda Fountain Rags (Karibu Books), and Baltimore band Zomes at our Story/Stereo event at the Center (Click for details/to register).  Dylan' most recent novel-in-stories, Normal People Don't Live Like This, was recently reviewed on this blog by Poet Lore's managing editor, Caitlin Hill.






Dylan Landis has published fiction in Bomb, Tin House, Best American Nonrequired Reading and elsewhere, and has won the California Writers Exchange Award from Poets & Writers, the Writers@Work Fellowship and special mention for a Pushcart Prize. A former journalist, Landis covered medicine for the New Orleans Times-Picayune and interior design for the Chicago Tribune, and has written ten books on decorating and other subjects. She lives in Washington, D.C.


Caitlin was given the opportunity to ask Dylan all those burning questions that came up while she was enjoying the book.  The interview is below.

Did you start off this project knowing you wanted to write a novel-in-stories, or were they separate short stories that began to come together, or were you planning on a novel or something else entirely?

I didn't mean to write this book at all! I was trying to fix a novel about my main character, Leah, at age 22, called Floorwork, which looked at one time like it might sail through the stratosphere. Four agents wanted it, but when it didn't find a publisher I realized I needed a deeper grasp of Leah's past--her adolescence, her family, her yearnings and motivation, the seeds of her sexuality. 

I'd just started writing short stories—about Leah, to know her better—so that's how I researched her, and her mother. I wrote her at twelve, thirteen, fifteen. The stories got published; some won prizes. At some point I realized: here's half a book. And with every story I tried a new assignment. Write in third person. Write in past tense! That was weirdly scary. Write about Leah's mother. Write about sex, death or God without using clichés. Write about a man—that was the final story. 

Rainey is a fairly minor character in the life of the piece as a whole (though her presence lingers long after she vanishes from the narrative). Why did you choose to start the collection with Rainey’s story? 

When you meet Rainey, in "Jazz," she's half-trapped beneath her father's best friend. He's thirty-nine. She's thirteen. She thinks she thinks she seduced him with her sexual power, but when she says, "Richard, get off," he keeps her pinned, exposes her breast, and goes farther. Is it rape? She doesn't know. Is she powerful or powerless? She doesn't know.

What if you'd first met Leah, in"Fire," which opens with Leah so frightened by Rainey's bullying that she lashes out? You'd have such a neat handle on Rainey: You'd meet her as a bully, and then, when you see her molested, the bullying would make sense. I'm wary of things making sense. Flipping the stories seemed to stir up silt. Silt is what you're after in fiction, right? Now the book opens with the power question. What is power, for a teenage girl? If Rainey thinks she's powerful in "Jazz" but is in fact a victim, then who has power in the bullying scenes? Who has more or less power than she believes throughout the book?

You mentioned power, and figuring out who has it, or lacks it, throughout the book.  While reading, I kept thinking about issues of "control:"  Helen's issues with food and need to decorate her space, Leah's OCD, Bonita's seeming lack of control over her girls and her comfort with it (and the power that has over Helen), Rainey's sexuality and the control it gives her and takes away, etc, etc.  Are there other themes or issues that you feel tend to come up more often than not in your writing? Similarly, are you typically interested in examining women's lives, or did that just spring out of your interest in understanding and exploring Leah?

I write stories to find out who a character is, and how her life is about to shift—not to explore issues. But I do invest a piece of myself in every character, and then distort or exaggerate or invert that piece until it becomes, I suppose, a theme (much as I dislike the word). Control, power, all aspects of sexuality, mothering and fathering, good girls, bad girls, intense friendship, guilt, grace, violence, the redemptive power of art. I'm interested in characters who can't quite articulate their feelings—it creates an interesting box for me to work within.

And it simply took a long time to start writing about men.  I'm enjoying it immensely now, but I still know women better.  Testosterone—what is that? 

As an embarrassingly inconsistent writer, I am always curious about other writers' habits.  Do you write every day?  Do you have requirements for yourself, such as a particular writing space, a time of day, specific music or rituals you engage in to get you into the writing headspace?

I have nerve damage in my hands, so either typing hurts, or the keyboard and pen feel high-voltage, or both. Unfortunately, when work presents itself I want to do it now, and I'm a compulsive reviser. So the problem lies in not writing, or at least in not typing. I'm doing three  online interviews this week and reading a friend's manuscript. I love revising, even when the work goes slowly and badly, as it usually does. I love typing. It's the closest I'll get to playing the piano. I forget to eat. If I had rituals I'd forget them too.

What I'd really like to do for a ritual is chain-smoke, but that's not happening.  

It sounds like I work all day. I get hurt that way and have to stop, so there's no routine whatsoever. I read. I talk to writer-friends about writing. I'm helping a poet with cancer launch her book; any ideas? I'm fairly distractable—by my husband, consignment shops, MAC stores, any opportunity to fly to LA, coffee, Facebook, the cat, newspapers, bookstores, readings, good interview questions, and the computer. Just no TV. 

What other writers or artists inspire you?  Any books you return to over and over? 

I revisit Mystery and Manners by Flannery O'Connor, waiting for the part about how an act of violence triggers the moment in which grace is extended to a character. For grace, if you are not religious, think: a moment of transcendance. After Flannery, I sometimes reread Angels by Denis Johnson, to see grace made flesh by a different writer. It's almost unbearable.  

I recently read Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison for maybe the 11th or 12th time and I still couldn't teach that book. It's so layered and complex. It continually teaches me about Story. I go back to As I Lay Dying to learn about point of view—I've been trying to diagram the POVs in that novel, but the diagram is nonsensical to anyone but me. Cormac McCarthy I'm slowly rereading in chronological order. I thought I was rereading him to keep myself focused on undertow, but no, this time through I'm watching for some of the brushstrokes he uses to reveal character.  

My memory's lousy. That's partly why I reread: to hold onto things. 

I just read The Bird Artist, by Howard Norman. It left me breathless with its beauty. How anything can be  so still, yet so urgent, is beyond me.  

Are we going to see Leah's novel one day?  What's next for you? 

I'll revise Floorwork, transpose it from first to third. A chapter that ran in the New Orleans Review got special mention for a 2008 Pushcart Prize, and Normal People has gotten such a good response that I suppose Floorwork, as a sequel, could conceivably get a second look. But revision would be a pleasure. I'll do it whether my agent feels hopeful or not.

First, though, I'm deep in a new novel about a woman named Mary Mallon who came here from Ireland, age fifteen, in 1883; became a terrifically good cook; and was quarantined in 1907—as  Typhoid Mary. She hated that name, which the press gave her, and she denied to her death that she carried the typhoid germ. Only three people died due to contact with her—hardly an epidemic, though she tested positive. Did she know, deep down? And what does it mean to be guilty or innocent? Clean or unclean? What does it mean to be—even if she disbelieved it—that powerful?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

C.M. Mayo Recommends: Five New Literary Blogs to Follow

At a mere three and half-years old, my blog Madam Mayo is an old-timer, which tells you the main thing about this swirling bubble-froth of the way-too-big-to-follow-everything-Blogosphere: it's new, new, and a Niagara of new. My favorite question: what's new? Herewith, five blogs, all new to me in the past two weeks (if not necessarily new to the Blogosphere), that I warmly recommend to both writers and readers:

#1. Nieman Storyboard.

Like the tagline says, "Breaking down story in every medium. A project of the Nieman Foundation for Journalism at Harvard."


Recent noteworthy posts:

* Interview with Tom Shroder, former Washington Post Magazine editor

*Clark Boyd: Confessions of a Podcaster


*Interview with Mary Gaitskill: Lessons from Lost Cat

#2. A Writing Life.

Novelist Christina Baker Kline, who has just pubished her fourth novel, Bird in Hand (William Morrow, 2009), shares her insights into the creative process.
Recent noteworthy posts:


*Louise DeSalvo on Why Having Kids is No Excuse
*Chad Taylor on Why Writers Should Care About Twitter

*Graphic Designer and writer Julie Metz: Judging a Book by its Cover


#3. Coffee with a Canine

Hosted by screenwriter Marshal Zeringue, formula Q & A with authors and their dogs--a chance to meet some charming critters and sample some very fine writing.

Recent noteworthy posts:

*Mary Guterson (author of Gone to the Dogs) and Sparky.
*Sydney Salter (author of My Big Nose & Other Natural Disasters) and Jack and Rosie.
*Julie Fenster (author of FDR's Shadow).

#4. Las Comadres & Friends and the National Latino Book Club

Las Comadres is a non-profit foundation and informal Internet-based group that meets monthly in many U.S. cities to build connections and community with other Latinas and "Latinas de corazon." Founded by Austin resident Nora de Hoyos Comstock, Las Comadres now has more than 15,000 members and, in partnership with the Association of American Publishers (AAP), they are promoting the reading of Latino authors by creating the first national level book club: Las Comadres & Friends National Latino Book Club, which is open to anyone. Check out the book club here.

#5. She Writes Blog

This is a new and very rapidly evolving networking site, a mini-Facebook as it were, for women writers, both published and aspiring (and men also), which offers a blogging platform, events listings, member news, forums, video, and so much more that all I can say is, dive in and see for yourself!


C.M. Mayo is a workshop leader at The Writer's Center. She is the author of the novel The Last Prince of the Mexican Empire (Unbridled Books); Miraculous Air: Journey of a Thousand Miles through Baja California, the Other Mexico (Milkweed Editions), and Sky Over El Nido (University of Georgia Press), which won the Flannery O'Connor Award for Short Fiction. Her many other awards include three Lowell Thomas Awards for travel writing, three Washington Writing Prizes, and numerous fellowships, among them, to the Bread Loaf Writers Conference, MacDowell Colony, Virginia Center for Creative Arts, and Yaddo. Her work has appeared in many outstanding literary journals, among them, Chelsea, Creative Nonfiction, Kenyon Review, North American Review, Massachusetts Review, Paris Review, and Tin House. An avid translator of contemporary Mexican literature, she is also founding editor of Tameme and editor of Mexico: A Traveler's Literary Companion. For more about C.M. Mayo and her work, visit http://www.cmmayo.com/.

Her most recent novel, The Last Prince of the Mexican Empire, was recently named to Library Journal's Best Books of 2009 list. Her next workshop at The Writer's Center is Dialogue Intensive Techniques.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Poetics of Labor: Smithsonian & Letras Latinas

This weekend you'll have an opportunity to hear a couple great poets--including TWC workshop leader Naomi Ayala--at the National Museum of American History. Read on.

The Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History & Letras Latinas, the Institute for Latino Studies at the University of Notre Dame, presents

“Poetics of Labor: A Reading Series for Bittersweet Harvest

Come hear a visiting poet from California and a local Washington, DC poet read selections from their work rooted in stories of migration, labor and community.

You will have FOUR opportunities to hear them:

Saturday, DECEMBER 5, 2009:
11:00 AM  &  2:15 PM

Sunday, DECEMBER 6, 2009: 
12 noon  &  3:00 PM

The readings will take place in the gallery space of the exhibit at the museum, located on the National Mall, 14th Street and Constitution Avenue, N.W., in Washington, D.C.:

“Bittersweet Harvest: The Bracero Program, 1942 – 1964”
American History Museum, 2nd Floor West


Naomi Ayala is the author of the poetry collections, This Side of Early (Curbstone Press, 2009) and Wild Animals on the Moon (Curbstone Press, 1997). A native of Puerto Rico, Ayala resides in Washington, D.C., where she serves as the Executive Director of the Capitol Letters Writing Center. Until recently, she was Senior Writer and Editor for a communications company that specializes in public health education. Ayala also teaches at The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, MD and is the recipient of numerous awards for her work. A third book of poems is slated for publication with Bilingual Press.

John Olivares Espinoza is the author of The Date Fruit Elegies (Bilingual Press, 2008), the inaugural collection in the new poetry series, Canto Cosas. In 2009, the book was a finalist for the Northern California Book Award. Espinoza was born and raised in Indio, CA to Mexican parents. He holds degrees in creative writing from UC Riverside and Arizona State University (MFA), where he spent time writing about his experience working as a gardener with his father and brother. John and his wife live in San Jose, CA, where he teaches at the National Hispanic University.

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Letras Latinas is the literary program of the Institute for Latino Studies at the University of Notre Dame

For more information, contact: faragon@nd.edu

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Review Monday: Diane Ackerman's Dawn Light

Diane Ackerman,
Dawn Light: Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways to Start the Day
W.W. Norton & Company; 2009
240pp; $24.95

Reviewed by Nina Amato


It’s hard to imagine poetry intermingling with science. The two are not common bed fellows. Yet Diane Ackerman’s Dawn Light: Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways to Start the Day is a poetic celebration of nature and science. The book is so beautifully written, we may not even realize that we’re learning something. Did you know that bees sleep in on autumn mornings? Or that birds tailor their songs to their landscape? Were you aware that city lights increase breast cancer rates by 50 percent? Or that children in Norway develop slower, intellectually and physically, during the long winter due to reduced sunlight and subsequent vitamin D deficiency? Ackerman presents these and other facts about our world with delightfully engineered prose.

Dawn Light is a book about the world. The world at dawn. Ackerman wants us to appreciate everything about dawn; the beauty and the science.

The chapter, Water, Water Everywhere, is about, not surprisingly, water. Water in the oceans. Water in the clouds. Water at dawn. We are entranced by the topic with the chapter’s first stunning sentence, “In the sapphire hours before sunrise, ice floes on the lake crack the mirror reflection of trees.” Ackerman goes beyond this exquisite imagery, bringing our attention past water’s evident beauty to its imperative role in our existence. “Eccentric right down to our atoms, we’d be impossible without water’s weird bag of tricks. The litany of we’re only here because begins with this chilling one: We’re only here because ice floats.” This is science reported by a poet.

Ackerman’s gorgeous observations of the world at dawn are described with such splendor that reading the book is almost as uplifting as actually viewing a sunrise. “As the sun drives gold nails through the shadows, a dull red dawn, the color of deer and rust, soars up the sky.” Few could construct such a beautiful picture of dawn using only words. The whole book is lovely verbal photograph, full of history, science, and poetry.
Harried by deadlines, overcome with stress, it is easy to forget the world that surrounds us. Other creatures are busy too. Cranes are coupling up to raise their young together, just as people do. Early birds are catching their worms, possibly because drowsy half-asleep worms are easier to catch. Bees, farmers by occupation, are tending their crops in the summer based on the waking schedule of each flower.
Dawn Light is a beautiful reminder to pause and admire the world around us. The world is a marvelous place; especially at dawn.


Reviewer Nina Amato wishes she had a job to list in this bio. Sympathetic employers can view her work at writeNdesign.com.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

SS&PP Day 3


Happy Black Friday, shoppers! I hope no one got mown down at 4am outside local department store. 


We've finally come to our top three finalists in the Sudden Stories & Prose Poetry contest.  A special thank you and congratulations to Janet Harrison and Arlene Stanton, our tied-for-silver medalists, and Patrick J. Walczy, who won the grand prize - a free workshop.  It was a pleasure to meet Patrick at the Open House!  Here are our winners, and have a fantastic holiday weekend, all.


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It Happened On The Red Line


Temperatures had dipped below freezing yet he entered the Metro car in sandals worn over two pairs of thick socks, torn jeans, and a soiled trench coat belted with a piece of clothesline. He hadn’t shaved in several days and his mud brown, collar length hair was wildly uneven, as if he had hacked it off himself with a pair of dull sewing scissors.

At the next stop a young mother got on with her two children. The girl sat next to her mother and began to read a book. Her more obstreperous brother asserted his independence by sitting across the aisle, next to the trench-coated man.

“Do you want to see something?” asked the man, opening his coat.

His mother and I both tensed, but I was closer. I had no clear idea what I would do if the man exposed himself, except insert myself between the two, shielding the boy with my body.

The man reached under his coat, and pulled out a cockatiel . “She goes everywhere with me, but  now she has to hide because they don’t want her on Metro.” He gently slid her back.

“What’s her name?” asked the little boy.

The man brought her out again and considered. “You know,” he said, “She’s a special bird and she has lots of names. What do you think her name should be today?”

Transfixed, the boy stared at the bird. “Clorox,” he finally decided, “Because she’s so white.”

                                                -J. M. R. Harrison (Janet)

 

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Homewrecker
I didn’t know she knew how to operate a wrecking ball so I’m surprised when the fourth wall of our condo’s living room explodes inward. The pictures of us smiling in exotic locales come flying past and daylight cracks in. I hear her laugh, her cackle, as the patched ball retreats and begins a slow swing backward. It pauses after it divorces from momentum and then begins its valiant charge back at me, back at the memories of us. I destroyed the life we made by saying things that were false. Now she destroys the same with rented heavy-duty machinery. The ball reenters, this time breaking through everything we saw fit to hang and display, things that we thought would make people smile, but not us. It’s loud like two sticks of dynamite having sex. The ball swings past my head, shedding dust, plaster, the presents we bought, but never wrapped. The fourth wall is completely gone, everything is exposed to the afternoon sunlight. So tell me, you, where do we go from here? Google maps doesn’t have these kinds of directions. Where do we go? Don’t think, just distract her while I power that thing down. Then her and I can talk, just like we used to. 
                                                          -Patrick J. Walczy

We hope you've enjoyed reading.  Thanks again to our submitters!

Try your own sudden stories and prose poems this weekend.  Write about family, gratitude, the sensation of being full - whatever you choose, try to capture it succinctly and powerfully, reminding yourself once more of the brilliance of words, and the weight they carry when used in just the right way.  You get no more than 250, so use them well. Happy Thanksgiving to all.







Wednesday, November 25, 2009

SS&PP Day 2

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!  As you sneak away from the table full of food and family, snag an extra slice of pie and enjoy our next four semi-finalists in the Short Story & Prose Poetry Contest, run this fall by The Writer's Center.  Then, before you lapse into a delightful turkey (or tofurkey) coma, reflect once more on why we do what we do - to vent, to move, to inspire, to create, to learn.  Whatever your reason for writing, it's often a thankless craft, which is why it's so important to celebrate it whenever we can.  We at The Writer's Center remain grateful to all of you, for allowing us a place in your writing world, and for supporting us as we endeavor to provide a place for all of us to do what we love most: Write.


Here are our next three pieces (EDIT: I was able to get permission from our fourth semi-finalist, Richard Ladson, whose piece has now been added!), from John Cushing, Luke Moderacki, and Stefanie Wallach:


Batman and Superman


In January of 2006 I returned to Washington from my assignment in Cotonou, Benin, for three weeks for surgery.  One afternoon I took a #80 bus from Fort Totten to Foggy Bottom.  I was the only white person on the bus.  Somewhere in Northeast DC a woman got on with two boys, aged about five and six, each holding a toy action figure.  The older boy sat next to me and said, “This is Batman.  I don’t have a Daddy, but Batman has a Daddy.”


“Well, actually, Batman’s parents were both killed during an armed robbery,” I replied.


The boy sat quietly for a moment, then walked across the aisle of the bus, handed his younger brother the Batman action figure, and came back with Superman.


“This is Superman.  I don’t have a Daddy, but Superman has a Daddy,” he said.


 “Superman’s parents were both killed when their planet exploded,” I said.


He got quiet for awhile, and then asked me, “Where do you live?”


“Africa.”


The bus got very quiet.


                                                                      -John Cushing


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Of Couch and Man


The man is not obese


The man is not handicap


The man is not old


But somehow, the man has become one with the couch


His skin has absorbed into the couch


If the couch needed to go somewhere, the man would have to oblige


But, fortunately for the man, couches don’t move


And, fortunately for the couch, the man doesn’t move either


Over time the man sinks deeper and deeper into the couch


The man’s skin takes on the green pigment of the couch


The man’s backside, including the back of his head, looks as if it is sewn into the couch


Eventually, there is no longer a seam where the man meets the couch


If you touch the man’s skin, you feel the softness of cotton,


It is no longer human skin


He then becomes nothing more than a lump in the fabric


He is no longer discernable


All that is left is a lumpy couch


You ask, “How does such a thing happen?”


The lump answers, “No sense of purpose.”




                                                                     -Luke Moderacki


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Night Mine 


The girl’s compass spun as she walked in the cool night to find where she last breathed underwater. Such aimlessness! It was impossible, so she closed her eyes and felt for a pillow of frogs.
          "Little girl," he said. His breath a prickle of static on her downy cheek.
            The prince had first appeared to her as a tree. She had been wandering at dawn and wondering at the stillness of an oak. With staccato shift of branch and leaf, he formed pretty sky patterns. She plucked a blue
jewel from the boughs to keep in her pocket.
            One time she heard him in a Johnny Cash song. While fever danced along her spine, she noticed his laughter beneath the gravelly lyrics. She reached under her pillow to find an egg-shaped, velvet laugh.
            His no. 2 pencil had been the most charming gift. Wading in the brook, she stroked the mossy stones under the rapids and smiled when she pulled her hand from the brown boil. Instead of smooth gray, her waterwrinkled fingers held slender yellow.


             In the celestial field she heard again, “Little girl.”
             Her eyes opened upon a plastic laundry basket. She climbed in as the basket began to rise. It flew her over words, wishes, gardens, games, machines, mountains.
             The girl awoke in the spare room at her grandmother's house, just down the road from her own, in a warm square of sun. She held a slightly melted chocolate chip cookie. It tasted like love 
                                                               - Stefanie Wallach


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Kmart


While at the mall I visited Neiman Marcus and tried to purchase the newest (your name) package in their persona department.  They informed me that they only carried first tier personas.  They suggested that I try Kmart.


At Kmart I found a knock-off version of the (your name) persona in the returned merchandise department.  It had some dents and scratches and the batteries were dead, but otherwise appeared to be in working condition.


So I bought it for $1.99 and took it home.  I took the shopping cart home too.


When I got home and replaced the batteries I found that the OFF switch that controlled the mouth was inoperative.  It kept repeating, (Gimme chocolate, Gimme chocolate ...)


I put it on the shelf next to my Ken and Barbie personas.  The next morning I found Barbie torn to shreds, and Ken staring into space with a smile on his face.  (your name)  just sat there smoking a cigarette. 
                                       -Richard Ladson

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Sudden Stories and Prose Poem Contest Winners!

As writers, it's important to take on challenges.  It's easy to fall into patterns of writing the same kind of story, with the same plot line, the same kind of character, the same patterns, even the same page count.  As such, we decided to throw down the gauntlet for our members. 

This fall, we at The Writer's Center invited our members to submit their best sudden stories and prose poems for a contest.  The only requirement was that submissions were not to exceed 250 words, and we would accept multiple entries.  We were thrilled to see our membership step up, sending dozens and dozens of entries our way.  With the help of our dedicated staff (and some heroic instructors), we whittled the pool down to the top 10 pieces.  We posted them on the walls at our fall Open House and encouraged everyone who attended to vote for their top three.  

As a special thanks to our top ten finalists (this week is all about gratitude after all), we will be posting their stories and poems on our blog for the next three days, the final day showcasing our top three finalists.  Check back each day to remind yourselves of the power of the written word, and how very much can be said with so few words.  To start us off, here are three of our finalists: Claire McGoff, Paul Rice, and Meredith Stivers.

Cry Uncle 
Even now, she pushes away the hand that touched her, helped feed her. Over and again, she steps toward then back from the sweet-smelling cologne, and minted breath. She’s kept the dresses. From the of depths of her closet, the ghosts of price tags gossip, murmur the costs. She holds the cross, no longer against her neck, but in an open shaky palm. As the chain begins to slip between her fingers, she clutches the jewel tight until the mark it makes begins to hurt. 
                                                                             -Claire McGoff 

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Without A Word
An immature white boy – racist in training,
           forgetting the company in which he rode
           demonstrated his bona fides to redneck teammates.
Leaning out the window of a safely moving car
            he yelled “WHITE TRASH” to Blacks being passed.
A startled young Black man seated beside him,
           amongst other White athletes,
           stoically stared straight ahead,
           as if he didn’t hear
                      what he wished he hadn’t
                      but all knew he had.
In the awkward, deafening silence that ensued,
           the white boy, with his back to the offended,
           slowly remembered what everyone else knew.
Mortified, he attempted to save face by concealing it,
           hiding in front of his back,
           engaging in inane small talk to no one . . . everyone,
           pretending that what had been heard
                       had not been spoken.
In the ensuing void,
           nothing said, nothing to be said,
A naive and cowardly white boy realized
           he had been yelling at himself,
           and a small life was changed
           without a word.
                                                                -Paul R. Rice 

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F Street Entrance, Chinatown
 

There’s always some street performer by the metro entrance you can hear from a block away. Tuesday morning it’s the guitarist with the graying dreadlocks and the patient dog.
I want to ask him, “Am I sad because you’re playing sad songs, or are the songs sad because I’m sad?”
But I never do. I just ride down the escalator and head to work, blinking back tears.
                                                                -Meredith Stivers