Friday, October 31, 2014

WRITING RESIDENCY PLANNING!!

REMEMBER YOU HAVE TO APPLY ALMOST A YEAR AHEAD FOR MOST RESIDENCIES! A lot of deadlines are coming up or have already passed, so if you're planning for 2015 or even 2016, now's the time to get on line and take a good look!
I've made three applications. We'll see if I have any luck.
It's a bit rough trying to plan so far ahead, but my last residency was accepted almost a full year before I got to go! And once they say, "Hey, you wanna come?"
You've got to commit to that time, so plan now!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Richard Flanagan Man Booker Prize!

Flanagan wins the Man Booker Prize!
I hear it was twelve years in the making! How's that for a bit of hope!
Here's the blurb! Well done!

The Narrow Road to the Deep North is a love story unfolding over half a century between a doctor and his uncle’s wife.
Taking its title from one of the most famous books in Japanese literature, written by the great haiku poet Basho, Flanagan’s novel has as its heart one of the most infamous episodes of Japanese history, the construction of the Thailand-Burma Death Railway in World War II.
In the despair of a Japanese POW camp on the Death Railway, surgeon Dorrigo Evans is haunted by his love affair with his uncle’s young wife two years earlier. Struggling to save the men under his command from starvation, from cholera, from beatings, he receives a letter that will change his life forever.




Saturday, October 4, 2014

Foot on Pedal, Course Wind & More Heart!

One does not have to be an artist to have heart, a writer to find words, but only the chance and hope to use both! It's almost a week since my return from VSC. 
Five weeks away + one additional week prior to that "big trip" and my beautiful after-glow was smashed by reality, whoops there goes gravity! Sorry, couldn't help that, but seriously whatever happened to "you say, I say" conversations, you know like in the very basis of any conversation.
Isn't that where clarity is found, ALWAYS!
 How can anyone understand anything if only one person does the talking while the other has a foot on the accelerator? And damn, I just stood there like a fool in front of my own house
gob-smacked while someone I loved and shared with acted abysmally in front of a son! The sweep-sweep under the carpet sweep. This was how my return began. This was not how it all ended. It was and has been simply shameful.

 It was easy at VSC. People talk. People listen. Calm. Quiet. Listening. You gotta love it!
Turn on your internal "listening" switches. Give it a try!
And speaking of switches, I didn't watch television the entire time I'd been away. Good Lord, it wasn't something I missed! I wonder if we locked all disgruntled people in a room and made them talk to each other if peace and truth couldn't be found! Person to person, looking each other straight in the eye!
Bet those that did the 'in front of my house attack' couldn't handle that tact! Too scary.
I can not stand weakness. It is my very own pet peeve, in myself and others.
That was weak.
Five weeks away wasn't.

Amy gave me her
gold hair ties after
braiding my hair in pigtails. She said they were magic and I was to keep them.
We need
more magic, here and
everywhere!
We need more heart!
We need a lot of
gold hair ties! Giant ones! We need giant asses to take a walk in the park.