Transitions, Ink

Resignation

2008-10-09T18:03:00.002-04:00

Hi All. As if it wasn't entirely obvious, the blog is too much for me. I have decided to resign from blogging until I have something to blog about. For everyone who ever visited Transitions Ink, thank you. And thanks for your comments and your friendship. Happy writing everyone!
TI

High Hopes

2008-08-26T17:10:00.002-04:00

I do have high hopes for the blog, really. I have them for my writing, for finishing that philosophy manuscript, for applying to writers' residencies, for getting some exercise and eating properly again, for fulfilling my word quota each day, for getting up early in the morning, for staying in touch with my friends, for maintaining a sense of calm as I move through my day, for refraining from complaining. I do. I really, really do.

I Can Do It! And So Can You!

2008-07-08T18:56:00.006-04:00

I started this post with the title, "Can I do it?" What a set-up that question is. As writers, it's essential for us to believe we can do it. Yet doubt plagues even the best among us (so I'm told). I'm on a mission to confront my negativity and self-doubt whenever I feel it creeping in to my attitude. I know there are lots of trite messages out there about the power of positive thinking, but in all things trite we find a kernel of truth. We might roll our eyes, yet deep down we know the obvious: we're not likely to get anywhere close to our dreams if we don't think they could possibly come true.

I look back on my recently completed MFA in Creative Writing and wonder now how I did it. One important factor was my commitment to the goal: while I was doing it I didn't doubt that I could. And neither did my friends who were doing it at the same time.

With that behind us, the real scary part has arrived. And it's this transition from student writer to writer, a transition a two-year MFA can only begin to prepare a person for, that brought back the doubt. It's this transition about which my gut instinct as I sat down to write this post was to ask "can I do it?"

And the answer to that question is: yes. I can do it. And so can you!

Back with a Meme: Six Unimportant Things about Me

2008-06-06T00:31:00.003-04:00

Writerbug tagged me with the "six unimportant things about me" meme. I've been thinking of starting to post again. This is as good a start as any. Thanks for the push, Bug.

Six unimportant things about me:
1. My next computer will be a Macbook Air.
2. I can't eat garlic.
3. I enjoy grocery shopping.
4. I'm addicted to scrabulous.
5. I actually find committee work rewarding and enjoyable.
6. If I grew my hair long you'd be able to tell it's actually curly.

Now I get to the tricky part: I have to tag six people to do the same meme. The sad thing is: I don't think there are six bloggers who come here regularly once Writerbug is off the list. So, if you're here, you have a blog, and you're NOT on the list, please add yourself.

RB
Repeater
My Basement Years
Tammy
Khendron

The rules of the game are as follows:
1. Link back to the person that tagged you
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your entry.

Thanks, everyone.

Thesis: Check!

2008-04-08T20:41:00.002-04:00

I turned in the thesis on Sunday. Whew! What a relief that was. I have to say, it feels kind of anticlimactic, like I just faded and fizzled. Whatever. I don't think I could have spent another day on it without a long-ish break.

I also just finished a book review tonight. I need to remind myself not to agree to do that again. Thank goodness I had the foresight to tell them I could only do two of the three books they'd invited me to review. I should know better than to sign up to read extra philosophy! It just about killed me. It was due on February 20, then I got an extension to March 20, and I'm just waiting for a colleague to read it over and I'll send it off tomorrow. I did think the books were worth reading, but time-consuming!

Other than feeling like I'm chained to my computer (my attitude has taken a real slide over the past month or so), I've become pretty much addicted to scrabulous. I would be very upset if they decided to pull it from Facebook.

I finished another shawl, too. I've just got to block it and then I'll post photos. Started a new pair of socks a couple of weeks ago and I plan to get back to a summer project that I set aside a couple of years ago because it was too hard but maybe now, now that I've completed a Birch, I'll be able to handle it. We shall see.

Is This Normal? and a Reverse Schedule

2008-02-24T17:24:00.003-05:00

I wonder if it's normal to think the stuff you wrote before and thought would be easy to work with is actually, well, just not that good? I'm revising a piece I used to think was nearly there, and suddenly it's not there at all. Before you think this is just the usual insecurities, let me say I've also revised a couple of other pieces over the past little while and I used to think they were just plain garbage. Now, I feel kind of good about them. I guess it's a kind of cosmic thing: you're given a little here and a little gets taken away from over there. Hrmph.

In honor of Bug, I am going to make a reverse schedule to handle the next two submission periods, for both of which I've been granted little extensions (really little, like from the Monday to the Friday).

May 1 Final versions of everything to reader, including approvals form.
April: Respond to advisor's comments and format thesis as required for bound version.

April 4 Penultimate versions of everything to advisor, including approvals form.
April 3 Finish revising "Are We There Yet?"
March 31 Start revising "Are We There Yet?"
March 25-31 Revise "The Narrow Border"
March 21-24 Revise "The Table"
March 17-21 Revise "My Mother's Kitchen"
March 10-16 Revise "Nothing Was Said"

March 7 Second submission to advisor.
March 7 Revised versions of "My Mother's Kitchen," "The Table," "Nothing Was Said," "The Narrow Border," and "Are We There Yet?" to advisor.
March 3-7 Re-read and tweak everything.
March 1-3 Revise "Are We There Yet?"
February 25-29 Revise "Nothing Was Said" and "The Narrow Border"

Put like that, it actually doesn't look too bad. Wish me luck. The first "leg" coincides with a snowboarding getaway (this Monday to Thursday). The plan: hit the slopes in the a.m., hit the keyboard after lunch, take the evening off.

Wayward Blogger, Miscellaneous

2008-02-16T12:36:00.003-05:00

I know from my own blog-reading preference that a blog with a focus is more attractive than one without. For example, the latest blog I'm really enjoying is Zen Habits. Why do I like it? First of all, it's pleasant to look at. Simple and easy to navigate. Second, I really like the whole zen idea because I crave simplicity in my life. So that's an attractive world view to me. Third, I pick up stuff I find useful there. For example, there is a set of strategies for emptying the inbox. As someone with an inbox that has about 1500 messages in it right now (at least I don't have a backlog of unread e-mail), while at the same time having a strong preference for an empty inbox, that gives me a possibility and a strategy for getting there. I like that, too. It's also a blog where there are links between articles. Because it has a unifying theme, when there is a post that relates to an earlier post, he points that out and provides a link.

Anyway, my own blog is a mish mash that even people who know and like me can't, I'm imagining, find particularly compelling as a 'read'. It doesn't even excite me! So I think that's one of the reasons I've taken to blogging infrequently. That and the frenetic chaos that is my daily life!

More miscellany: I got comments back from my advisor and they were positive, despite my sending her a package that fell short in volume and quality. At least I'm getting there. She's very encouraging and thought well of the revisions. They were substantial and I'm still at it.

The "barely there shawl" (note to RB: the colour is Brick) is coming along nicely. I'm doing research for an article I'm writing about knitting and the research requires (requires, I say!) me to knit at meetings and presentations and so on at work.

We're crawling through Season Six of 24, which we have on DVD. I'm squirming more than usual. Must be getting soft.

Weekend plans: lots of writing. Dinner out with friends tonight. Two movies (it's a long weekend here -- new holiday, "Family Day," because the government decided we needed a long weekend in February to fend off depression, suicide, etc.): The Kite Runner tomorrow night and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly on Monday afternoon. Some exercise: at least 30 minutes of something every day. Measured use of "scrabulous," which has made its way to the top of the "fun ways to procrastinate" list.

Revising with a New Narrator

2008-01-27T12:33:00.000-05:00

I'm back from a short trip where I had the great pleasure of meeting up with Writerbug and RB for dinner at an oo-la-la French bistro (good pick, Bug!). Now, it's time to hit the keyboard. I had a long layover at the airport yesterday, long enough to find an ac outlet, plug in the laptop, and try a whole new approach to the pieces I'm revising. I've got three separate but linked pieces and I'm going to try to unify them into one long story. Last semester, I wrote something else in which I landed on a narrative voice that I feel good about. I'm going to try to have the new narrator tell the old stories and see how they change. Wish me luck -- it's an experiment for which I have high hopes.

Since the other part of my trip involved a somewhat demoralizing experience which I've had three days to revise my perspective about, it was on balance a combination of highs and lows. You could say I broke even.

Sunday Scribblings: Fellow Travelers

2008-01-19T19:56:00.000-05:00

I like the literalness of today's prompt. Fellow travelers has come to mean almost anything but fellow travelers these days, that most people's first thought is about those who are on the same life path as them. For example, my fellow-writers, especially those whom I've met through the MFA, were the first to come into my mind when I saw the prompt.

Twenty-five years ago I went to Switzerland with a bunch of kids from local high schools to do five weeks of French Immersion in a small Alpine village built high on the side of a mountain. They tossed us in five to a room, and on the bunk opposite mine was a girl named Karen. She and I turned out to be kindred spirits. We liked getting into exactly the same kind of trouble, the same kids got on our nerves, we supported each other in our crushes on different boys without ever having a crush on the same boy, we had up-market tastes in champagne and chocolate (particularly for sixteen year-olds), and, finally, we swore we would return the next summer. Which we did. Together.

Over the next eighteen months, Karen and I had an idiosyncratic tour of Europe. We went to Athens without seeing the Parthenon, went to Amsterdam without seeing the Van Gogh Museum, and zipped through Italy without stopping in Rome, Florence, or Venice. We made our way to Crete, where that first time, staying there for three months, I didn't visit Knossos (I would see it later). It was the itinerary of two seventeen year-olds with no interest in anything but bars, boys, and beaches. Priding ourselves on travelling light, we hardly even shopped.

After three months in Crete, living on opposite sides of the Island (I in Agia Galini, Karen in Iraklion), I chose to return to Canada to attend University. Karen stayed. She's been living in Crete since 1983. I've been back to see her a couple of times (that's when I saw Knossos, and of course, I've since been to the Acropolis site and seen the Parthenon more than once).

Karen just visited Canada in December. She's thinking of moving back but is worried about culture shock. I can't imagine what I'd be like today if I'd followed her lead and stayed in Crete. But when we see one another, we're as close as we ever were. We were fellow-travelers, embarked on the adventure of our lives. It took us in two different directions, but there is something about being on the road together when you're young that creates an unbreakable bond no matter what other paths you might ultimately take.

For more fellow-travelers' stories, go here.

Photo credit to Wikipedia.

How Slow Can You Go?

2008-01-19T17:36:00.001-05:00

Something tells me I've had this title before. In any case, I'm sure I've had this thought before. I'm revising. Why is revising so SLOW? Writing is the strangest endeavor you can imagine. Here I am, I want to write more than anything else. And today I had a whole day stretching out before me, a nice blank page, if you will, for writing and nothing but writing. I've been kicking away at this revision, or at least at trying to envision the revision, for the whole week. All I've come up with is that pretty much everything in the original needs to be scrapped.

The piece is called "Finishing the Story," and an underlying theme is the way we complete our parents' stories. This one focuses on my mother, whom I, of course, love. Suddenly, I have no idea how to write about people I love and know. As a writer of memoir-style non-fiction, I know that writing about her is really (or at least also) writing about me. Anyway, I'm having the opposite of an aha moment. I'm having a "huh?" moment instead. And it's painful. And so the day has been somewhat tortured as I try to figure out what matters in this piece.

What do you do when you're stuck?

On Track, Sort of

2008-01-16T18:53:00.000-05:00

I kind of slacked yesterday on the writing, but I made it to yoga and even had a brisk walk later in the day. Today I managed to get in some work on my thesis and on my book revisions, wrote a few letters that needed to be written, spent 20 minutes on the elliptical machine AND did 30 crunches, and stuck to my healthy eating plan.

I think the exercise and smart eating are really important. When I do that, I feel better. When I feel better, I'm more energetic. When I'm more energetic, I have an easier time writing. And when I write, I feel best of all! I'm also giving myself a break by having very low expectations. As long as I do something in each category (a page here, 30 minutes on revision there, a little turn around the campus before lunch, a couple of yoga asanas) I'm satisfied.

Anyway, I'll definitely try to branch out a bit in blog topics, but in the "as long as I do something" lifestyle, I can't promise it'll be much more interesting!

Objective #1: Shake the cold!

2008-01-14T20:33:00.000-05:00

My main objective today is to shake this darn cold I picked up at the residency. So I am not doing the 5 a.m. thing quite yet. Bug has already started posting her schedule. That impresses me and makes me feel as if I should have one, too. Okay, here goes:

Monday night: Go to bed early to sleep off last bit of cold

Tuesday:
6:30 Yoga class
8:15 Breakfast
9:00 Morning pages
10:00 Academic book revisions (work on chapter two)
12:30 Lunch with a friend
2-5 Meetings
Evening Work on "Finishing the Story" revision and order books for the semester

We'll see how Tuesday goes before making any plans for Wednesday.

As you can see, the blog is going to be super-gripping for the next little while!

Still Here

2008-01-12T21:22:00.000-05:00

Just before the end of the MFA residency, which ended today, Bug, RB, and I re-committed to the blogs. In just six short months, it will be our turn to read at the graduate student readings, teach our own graduating student seminars, and walk the stage at graduation.

As usual, the residency inspired me to throw myself into the writing with all I have to give it. If it's going to work this semester, the 5 a.m. starts need to be reinstated.

Ready, set, ....

Baby Sweater

2007-11-20T17:27:00.000-05:00

Of course the more there is to do, the more important it is to have knitting projects on the go. The latest project that I've seen through to completion is a miniature version of Sally Melville's Einstein Coat. It's called the "Baby Albert" and it's too cute. It's a very simple pattern in garter stitch from Sally's The Knitting Experience, Volume One: The Knit Stitch. The slip stitches at the beginning of every row are essential if it's going to work properly but the part I didn't grasp until at least halfway through is that they need to be slipped purlwise. That changes everything. Anyway, I didn't botch it too badly but now I know for next time. The big achievement for me is that it's the first baby project I've managed to finish before the baby outgrows it! Here it is, all blocked out on my blocking board:

Here's a detail of the buttons:

I used a cotton-wool blend for this project (more cotton than wool). I would highly recommend it for anyone wanting an easy baby project. It's definitely something a beginning knitter could do.

Early On-Set February Blahs

2007-10-29T21:19:00.000-04:00

There are those days when it feels like bedtime and it's only 7 p.m. And there are those weeks that feel like Friday when it's only Monday. But I'm having an outrageously exaggerated version of that phenomenon. I've got the February Blahs and winter hasn't even begun. It's not even (all that) cold. There aren't even enough leaves on the ground yet to start raking (we like to do it all at once). Not only that, we're still on daylight savings time.

Maybe I'm ready for spring already because I'm anticipating all that awaits me this winter and that is a recipe for overwhelm if there ever was one. Or maybe this is how bears feel just before they go into hibernation: if I just take a week and stuff myself with food, then tuck myself in all warm and snug and go to sleep, when I wake up the icicles will be melting from the eavestroughs and spring will be on its way.

But if I did that I wouldn't be able to get any knitting in. Or snowboarding. Or yoga. Or watch my hockey team. Or see my writerly soulmates at the January residency...

Submission Three: Done

2007-10-09T10:39:00.000-04:00

Another MFA submission off the desk. Many of my co-MFA-ers appear to be hitting walls right along with me at the moment. I've come to the conclusion that it is both an upside and a downside of low-residency programs that you can continue with your regular life/career as you do them.

The upside is the obvious one: no need to drop a thriving career, relocate to another city, or anything like that. Life, as you knew it, does not need to end...or at least not quite.

This leads to the downside. Most of us already had full lives and, as a result, the low-residency MFA just takes the regular life and ADDS full-time graduate student responsibilities to it. They estimate that to get the most out of the program you need to put in about 25 hours a week. YOU try finding 25 hours in a week. It's not easy. But the thing is, even when it's not 25 hours, I do manage to find time in a week to write.

This leads to another upside. Life in a low-residency program is probably a lot like the writing life actually is for many writers. From what I can see, most writers have other commitments as well: teaching, speaking, day-jobs not directly connected to their work, partners and children...If you're going to write, you need to carve time out of an ordinary day in which to honor that need (it is, after all, a need. I can't see anyone sticking with it if it's anything less!).

This leads to another downside. Burn out. If the low-residency MFA is a sign of things to come, and if the level of burn out I am now experiencing after the third submission of the third semester is going to be a fact of life, I'm not sure I can make it. I came very close this month to hitting the "what's the point of it all?" wall.

I want to end on an upside. Support. Since most of the other students are in the same situation, the support in a low residency MFA is incredible. I've heard that MFA programs can be competitive and unsupportive. I haven't experienced anything but encouragement and support from the circle of writers I've met through this program. They're fantastic. And for the final upside, if we didn't have all that time in between the times we get to see one another, the residencies wouldn't be quite so magical. In a full time residential program, it would be impossible to sustain the magic of the residencies.

Upsides: 4
Downsides: 2

Happy Birch-Day and Birthday to Me

2007-09-24T15:38:00.000-04:00

I said that I wanted to finish the birch shawl by my birthday. Well, today is my birthday and I finished the shawl on Thursday, blocked it on Saturday, wore it on Saturday night, and showed it off to all who would look at it from that moment on.

I am so proud of it, so amazed the I knit this with my own two hands. It is by far the most satisfying and most beautiful knitting project I've ever completed. And although it was a rough start, once I got rolling with it I had so much fun that I've actually purchased some yarn for another one. I don't know when I'll cast on -- there are a few un-finished items in the line-up and a sane response to the cue would be not to let anything jump ahead. Not to mention that my mother gave me yarn and a pattern for something quite astonishing:

In this yarn, this colour:
So I'll admire my birch while I think about other knits. One thing I can say for sure is that lace knitting is my favourite kind. It's got to be the counting -- nothing else can intrude and that's as calming as can be. I leave you with a couple of views of birch #1 in its various venues.

And a happy birthday to Tammy, The Daily Warrior, too.

The Journey

2007-09-10T18:22:00.000-04:00

Of course, I cannot take credit for Mary Oliver's wonderful poem, "The Journey." I am posting it because I know a few writers, including myself, who could use some inspiration and encouragement today.

The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you
kept shouting

their bad advice--

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do--

determined to save

the only life you could save.

~Mary Oliver

On the Air

2007-09-05T20:58:00.001-04:00

Well, you may recall that I had a pitch for a radio documentary accepted almost a year ago. Then I worked on it through the winter. It finally aired last night. I am really pleased with it. So pleased that I am actually going to do what I never do: I'm going to post the link: don't tell anyone I work with ;).

Here it is. It's the one listed under the week of September 5: http://www.cbc.ca/outfront/podcast.html

I had a great time working with the producer and he has encouraged me to send in another pitch so we can work together again. It's certainly the most fun I've had on a creative project. And did I mention that it's the very first creative work for which I have been paid. A milestone, to be sure.

Even though I'd heard it a number of times before, it was really exhilerating to know that it was being broadcast across the country and on the internet. And the positive feedback has been pretty encouraging. I know that these feelings of enthusiasm for the creative life come in waves, and I'm going to ride this one for as long as possible...

Lakeside Retreat: the Photos

2007-08-22T21:46:00.000-04:00

The road in:

The garden:

The lake:

Just that much more north to see hints of autumn:

Hope you can come!

Discovering What Everyone Probably Already Knows

2007-08-22T21:38:00.000-04:00

Dave Sedaris is hilarious! Among the cds I got from the library before my drive on Friday was "Dave Sedaris: Live at Carnegie Hall." It's a taped "show" and get this, his show consists of reading his essays about his family aloud. And they're good. And funny. Like, I've been driving around today and wanting the light to turn red so I can be in the car longer because I was laughing so hard. Laughing out loud. In the car. Alone. I don't do that much. I brought it in the house and listened to it while I ate dinner (R is out of town, so I was eating alone).

So don't tell me: you know all about Dave Sedaris. You already knew how funny he is. You've been reading him for ages. Only someone who has been living in cave could not have read him before.

Yes, but have you heard the cd?

Turning Ideas into a Story: Help!

2007-08-20T16:22:00.000-04:00

I've got pages and pages and pages of scenes and ideas and little jottings for my next piece and I am now at the part where I need to give it some structure. It's a piece of first person non-fiction in which I am supposed to be presenting a character profile of someone else, with myself as a subsidiary character.

I'm calling on your writerly wisdom to share with me your techniques for turning an unshaped mass of little bursts of this and that (some inspired, some not so much) into .... something ... anything ... that you might feel good enough about to turn in a submission.

TIA!

Recommendation: Mary Oliver Reading Mary Oliver

2007-08-17T16:39:00.001-04:00

I am actually here, at the lake, and it's just as I described (but where are you guys?). It's a long drive and I was alone in the car. So last night I went to the library to pick up some audio books and some traditional gospel music (I love that stuff, but never know what to buy, so I borrow). When I have a long drive ahead of me and more cds than I can listen to and no one in the car to say "let's listen to something else," I am almost as content as when I have nothing to do for a few hours besides knitting (as rare an occasion, to be sure).

I began with Ekhart Tolle giving a lecture on "now" (my favourite time of day) on the cd "In the Presence of a Great Mystery." When I hit Toronto traffic and started thinking of alternative routes, he was at the part where he was saying that we need to "make friends with the present moment." We're always wanting it to be over, to be somewhere else, and so rarely satisfied with what's happening now, whatever that may be." So I stuck it out in the traffic without changing my route. At one point he said, if you can explain what I said you probably didn't get it. Well, I'm not sure I got it, but I can't explain what he said. His voice is as soothing as velvet and it's a wonder I didn't zone out into a meditative state right behind the wheel. If you like non-religious spirituality, I recommend this one. It's about 2 and half hours.

The old gospel music was a bit too much for me right after this, so I quickly switched to "At Blackwater Pond: Mary Oliver Reads Mary Oliver." Can I be as inarticulate as to say, "WOW!" The woman writes the most lovely, inspiring poetry, perfect for the drive, which takes me further into nature with each kilometre. And more than that, she's a fabulous reader. I didn't realize how wonderful the poem "Beans" is! And also, I forgot that she can be funny, like in the poem about finding the bear footprint. And if there was a perfect choice for following up a lecture about the present moment, it's Mary Oliver. Her poems dive into the present and open it up to all of its detail, as if each slice of time and space contains an infinity of possibility. I mean, the first line of "Peonies" is one of those lines that make you think, how did she think of that? How does a poet think to start with:

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,

Okay. I'm still in training!

Lakeside Writers' Retreat

2007-08-16T18:31:00.000-04:00

The house sits amidst the trees and looks southwest over the calm lake. Ample windows on both levels give a sense of space and contact with the wildness of the landscape. The wildness is cultivated, like an English cottage garden, strewn with huge boulders broken off from the granite slabs of the Canadian Shield, decorated with folk art, and covered underfoot with a soft, cool floor of creeping thyme growing over the stepping stones fashioned out of cut logs from the felled birch tree.

Each writer has her own bedroom and license to wander freely throughout the house and the property. She can find a quiet corner in the little nook off the dining room or recline in the la-z-boy with her laptop. Maybe there is some soft jazz grooving in the background. Or silence. She might meander along the road, seekng inspiration in the wild raspberries eaten straight from the bush. Or float along on her back in the lake, staring up at the cloud animals drifting by across the brilliant blue sky. And they write when they want to write, read when they want to read, do nothing when they want to do nothing, all day long. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.

In the evening, they come together for a sundowner -- cosmopolitan's perhaps? And then they all chip in to prepare a simple meal (why am I imagining baguettes and cheese, olives and fresh field tomatoes?). It's time for wine, each has brought her favourite bottle. And for readings -- they take turns reading -- from the day's production or from something special that they chose just for this occasion, to share with the women who understand what they are trying to do and why they want this so much.

And then maybe they play Scattergories.

And in the night sky the stars twinkle more brightly than they ever have and the moon hangs large and smiling over the lake.

Reverse Schedule

2007-08-11T15:39:00.001-04:00

Following Bug, I am posting a reverse schedule for the next submission. D-day for the submission is September 10, so the schedule, as recommended in The Now Habit, moves backwards from the 10th.

September 10 -- Final touches on cover letter; e-mail package to my mentor.
September 7-9 -- Final touches on new writing for submission; draft cover letter.
September 3-6 -- Craft essay: draft of section 1 (of three sections)
September 1-2 -- Labour Day weekend -- have low expectations but set aside 1 hour per day for polishing writing and 1 hour per day to work on craft essay.
August 25-31 -- Deepening new writing; mapping out section 1 of craft essay.
August 22-24 -- Complete draft of new writing; finish Jade Peony if not done yet.
August 17-20 (travelling) -- Read Jade Peony by Wayson Choy (a fictional work written as a memoir, for craft essay). Start each morning with one hour on new writing.
August 13-17 -- Start each morning at 6 a.m. with one hour on the new writing; find another hour (at least) later in the day to work on it again.
August 11-12 -- Knit. The well is empty. This is my restorative weekend.

I have another major project going at work, but I don't like to post about the day job.

Next post: my fantasy idea for a writing retreat at the lake.

Revising...Again!

2007-08-02T10:51:00.000-04:00

I feel as if I have done nothing since the residency, which is, of course, not true but for some reason this revision is crawling along. You know what they say about 10% inspiration, 90% perspiration. Well, I'm sweating, that's for sure.

So I'm back to empathetic questioning. I've written about this before and it really helps me when I go to revise. Personally, I think that the main revision goal for me is deepening, which is why I like Carol Bly's chapter about empathetic questioning so much (see her Beyond the Writers' Workshop). So this is not for the time when you want to polish up the craft aspect of your piece. This is for moving further into the emotional heart of the piece. As Bly puts it, it is "a kind, cool-handed tool, not just to encourage our imagination, but to fend off all enemies of our deeper selves, enemies that include our shallow selves" (BWW, 51).

Here are the five steps for engaging in this form of deepening, according to Carol Bly:
1. Decide to hear your own or others' (perhaps your characters') thoughts without challenging them.
2. Empty yourself of your own point of view or any association of yours that comes to mind as the speaker speaks (even if the speaker is you -- this process is non-judgmental).
3. Ask the person who just spoke (or yourself, if it’s you) some open-ended questions (not yes-or-no questions) about what he or she just said. The goal here is to bring the speaker closer to herself or himself, not to slide them into agreement with you or anyone else.
4. In your own words, paraphrase what the person has just said, as you understand it.
5. Help the person look forward and plan ahead free-spiritedly. “Okay. Given those data, feelings, and meanings you’ve just reported, what do you see as a good direction to take from here? What might some of your goals be for now and for the future?”

That's how it would look if it were an interaction. So to use this as a revision tool, you approach the work as if you are interacting. "In writing creative nonfiction, we ask these questions of our various selves," says Bly. For fiction writers, "we would ask these questions of our characters" (50).

The questions are meant to move us not only deeper, but more to the particular. As AJ also suggested (see Bug's account of the revision workshop), we need to get more concrete, less abstract. Bly suggests changing plurals and generics to singulars and specifics.

And finally, a question for memoir writers to ask themselves: "Here I have written this bit of memoir. Which value of mine does it come from?" (BWW, 58).

Thanks, Carol Bly.

Vacation Time

2007-07-16T20:03:00.000-04:00

Why is it so hard to leave for a vacation? I'm trying to pack up the motorcycle for our two week road trip, and although I could really use a vacation, I'm feeling like I shouldn't be going anywhere. For one thing, I haven't made a great deal of progress on the first submission, which is due a scant week after I return (I can just see the late nights and early mornings the first week of August has in store for me!). The laptop is coming with me, as it did last year. At least I shold be able to fit in an hour or so of writing a day.

Anyway, here is the route: tomorrow we'll end up somewhere in New York state, on our way to Lake Placid, where we arrive on Wednesday. Thursday we do a larger group ride on Thursday through the mountains in New Hampshire, ending up in Mount Washington. Friday we'll make our way back across the border and spend two nights in Quebec City. Sunday it's Canada's capital, Ottawa for a couple of days (dinner with Khendron, I hope), then along the Trans-Canada Highway to Iron Bridge to visit relatives on R's side. Back down through Manitoulin Island--taking the Chicheemaun across to the mainland, landing in Tobermory. Spending the weekend with some friends at their cottage on an island in Lake Huron, and then home by the end of the month. It should be a good unwind with some time to read, write, and relax. Not sure about knitting projects. I guess I should take one along but I can never decide which one. Birch is probably a good choice, since I've been on a birch vacation, so it is only fitting that I vacation with birch. I'd like to have it by the fall - maybe in time for my birthday in late September.

Photo credit goes to Patrick LaFreniere, who took this photo at Mount Washington Observatory in August 2006. Source: http://www.mountwashington.org/photos/journal/index.php?month=08&year=2006 .

Using the Timer

2007-07-10T20:22:00.001-04:00

Yesterday I mentioned that one of my tools is my timer. Today Bug asked me to write about it, so here goes. That there in the photo is my timer. I use it when I'm having difficulty getting focused, usually in conjunction with the Unschedule. Usually, I set it for 45 minutes. When I push the green start button, that marks the beginning of 45 minutes of uninterrupted work on whatever project I have chosen. That means: no phone calls, no e-mail messages, no switching to another task. If I allow myself to get interrupted, I have to start over at 45. When my 45 minutes is up I can either keep going or take a break. I also mark down the beginning of the 45 minute period on my unschedule, and then mark it as over when the timer goes off (if I choose to stop). That way I can record 45 minutes of quality work. At the end of the day, I can add up how much focused work I've managed to accomplish. If I decide to continue writing when the timer goes off, which I often do, since getting started appears to be the main hurdle, then I might re-set the timer for another 45 minutes or less. Just as frequently, I take a break to get a cup of tea, do a row or two of knitting, check e-mail, or make a phone call or two, and then get back to work -- of course, I set the timer again and make a note on the unschedule.

Sometimes, if 45 minutes seems too long, I'll go for 30. I began using a timer years ago. It helped me to realize that I don't need hours and hours of time in order to get something done. Two or three 30-45 minute periods of uninterrupted work in a day can be amazingly productive. When I was writing my philosophy book, I was completely committed to the timer. For a year, I put in about 3-4 timed periods of writing a day, varying in length from 30 minutes to an hour. As a rule, I made a point of not working any longer than 5 hours (of uninterrupted time) in any given day, and never went more than 20 hours a week (usually less). It took me about 8 months to write a book using that method. I've used it to keep me working through each submission period for the MFA.

I've gone through several different timers -- I used a countdown sports watch for many years. Right now, I'm using a simple digital kitchen timer with an "hour" button and a "minutes" button. If you want 45 minutes, you just hit the "minutes" button 45 times. It also gives you a single beep warning at 10 minutes to go, and again at 5 minutes to go. I use the same thing to time my meditations and my yoga sessions. When we're sailing and I'm cooking on board, I use it to time that. We've also used it to keep track of when to change the person on "watch" during night sailing. When it's not operating as a timer, it's a clock. It runs on a single AA battery. I take it with me when I travel. I can't speak highly enough of my timer. I love it.

My Writer's Toolbox

2007-07-09T20:31:00.000-04:00

I have made a quasi-commitment not to complain, in the hopes that pretending to go with the flow might result in actually learning to go with the flow.

The weekend was rough (that is an observation, not a complaint). I had to go through the requisite meltdown that appears to have to precede the possibility of getting started on MFA writing. It's all part of the ritual - the knot in the stomach, the random and unpredictable spells of weeping, the low-level sense of dread, the strong desire to hide under the covers when morning comes. Thankfully, I am through it now. I have reclaimed all of the wonderful tools that I used to keep me on track last time:

1. the unschedule
2. the reverse calendar
3. yoga
4. using my timer (I don't think I've talked about that one)
5. early mornings
6. morning pages
7. tea
8. meditation
9. knitting (for breaks)
10. regular reminders to myself that all is well
11. Other writer bloggers (e.g. Bug, My Basement Years)
12. R when he's not in fix-it mode

Tonight I've actually made some progress on the writing portion of my next submission. And that feels really good. And I'm making a bit of headway with the craft essay outline, or at least I've got some ideas for it and I've been bouncing them off my mentor, who is open to correspondence between submissions and is full of wonderful writerly wisdom that he disperses with generosity.

Radio Doc: It's a Wrap

2007-07-05T11:27:00.000-04:00

I just did the last takes of the conclusion of the radio documentary at the local bureau of the CBC this morning. Insetad of going all the way to Toronto, we called in and talked to each other over the airwaves. We had a really good draft, but the ending was all wrong. So during the residency, I put it on the back burner to simmer away. And sure enough, when I went back to it with fresh ears, and ending presented itself to me. This morning, we did about seven or eight takes, which are sure to give the producer enough with which to piece together a solid ending.

The documentary will air in the fall when the new season of Outfront starts. It's loads of fun to make a radio documentary. If you've got an idea, make a pitch.

Proud Sister

2007-07-03T20:15:00.001-04:00

One night in Cambridge, as we were attempting to choose the right bottle of wine to celebrate Bug's birthday, I mentioned that my younger brother is not only a wine expert, but also has an entertaining and informative wine blog. He blogs but intermittently, but whenever he does, I am always completely charmed. So go check him out. You will learn a bit about wine and other things. And he's a lot funnier than I am, as his latest entry, "Commuting in an Introvert's Paradise," will attest. Good one, little bro'!

Fiction and Memoir: What's the Diff?

2007-07-02T16:09:00.000-04:00

Bug posted earlier about her class on first person narrative. It was for the fiction students, so I was at the non-fiction genre seminar at the same time. I wonder, however, whether the same lesson would apply to memoir and personal essay writing, or whether the fiction writer who is using a first person narrator would need to do anything different from the non-fiction writer? Is the difference internal to the craft/narrative or is it solely in the relationship between the narrative and the "real world"?

This semester, we have to write one craft essay instead of eight craft annotations. My topic is on the merging of fiction and memoir. The spanner in the works with respect to the non-fiction aspect of memoir, as far as I can see it, is that it is based on memory as opposed to research about the facts. So there is a lot more room for disconnect between how it really happened and how it is remembered.

My first objective is to see if there is a difference from a craft perspective. Does a work of fiction posing as a memoir read just like a memoir (or need to, if it is a good one?)? Do memoirs employ significantly different narrative techniques from fictional narratives? Is there a relevant distinction to be made between the truth and the facts?

If you have anything to say about these questions, chime in, chime in!

Residency Reminiscences

2007-07-01T13:13:00.000-04:00

Okay, my title has two words over eight letters. But don't let that fool you into thinking that I plan to disregard all that I learned at the MFA residency. As a memoirist, I cannot strike the word "reminiscence" from my vocabulary (there I go again) as easily as all that. I think it earns its weight.

The residency was amazing and inspiring. The women in my group (you know who you wonderful women are!) are so fantastic that just being around them all day for eight days is inspiring. They're the ideal community. If for nothing else, I appreciate the residencies for the time I get to spend with these truly special people (including blog buddies Bug, FC, and Repeater).

The seminars were on the whole helpful. Between an excellent non-fiction genre seminar and great advice on mine and others' manuscripts in workshops, I have finally absorbed the importance of separating the narrator of a first person narrative from the character she is narrating about, even when that character is herself. As Vivian Gornick says in The Situation and the Story, the narrator has to be wiser, stronger, and more in command than the character at the time of the action. I can't wait to take that into my writing. I think that each residency serves up one transformative idea that I can take into my writing. Last time, it was the idea of thinking in terms of personal essays instead of a sustained, book-length memoir. How liberating. And this time, it is the difference between myself as a character and my narrative persona. They don't need to be one and the same. In fact, the narrative will be stronger if they are not the same.

The other big lesson for me was the whole idea of "writing up to your reader." Again, I've heard this before, but this time, it stuck. Assume your reader is a little bit smarter than you are (not so much smarter that they can't be bothered to read you, but smart enough to "get it"). Let them figure it out. This is a tough one for me because, as an academic, I have a tendency to spell out everything and repeat my main points often. Can I merge these two writing styles into one? We shall see.

My new mentor is serious about writing. One of the best aspects of this low residency program is the opportunity to change mentors every six months. This gives us a chance to develop different sets of skills as each mentor has a particular sensibility and approach. This one is no nonsense, smart, and detail-oriented (like, "take that comma out" and "there should be a colon here" -- that level of detail).

The open mike readings get stronger and stronger each time. I love that -- watching everyone's writing flourish and improve.

What else? The weather. Stupendous. My accommodation. Outstanding.

Let the writing begin.

Countdown to Residency

2007-06-20T10:03:00.000-04:00

Two more sleeps! I am so excited to be going back for the third MFA residency. I can hardly believe that we are all at the halfway point. I'm looking forward to seeing Writerbug, Fat Charlatan, and Repeater again, as well as My Basement Years and 200 Pairs of Shoes. We all had our struggles over the second semester and I do not believe that third can be as difficult. But we'll see. All I know is that the residency is like summer camp for writers, and I love it!

Today: read the last seminar story, read four large group workshop manuscripts, knit 8 rows of birch, attend women in academe workshop, work up a sweat on the elliptical machine for at least 20 minutes.

On Hiatus

2007-05-23T21:36:00.000-04:00

Perhaps after the residency I'll feel motivated to get back to the blog. Until then, here's something from the safari in December. I didn't realize that leopards spent so much time up in trees. They even take their kills up there to keep them away from other predators.

Happy Mother's Day

2007-05-13T16:55:00.000-04:00

Adulthood has many perks, but none so precious as the great relationship I am now able to have with my mother. It's just something that you can't have when you're a kid, a teenager, or even in your twenties. But once you're beyond that, it get easier and easier. For me, ever since I let go of the idea of my mother as an authority figure and embraced the idea of her as someone to have in my life because she's an adventurer, a great cook, fun to shop with, easy to relax with, always good for a lengthy and meandering phone call, sure to make good book and film recommendations, easy going, humane, loves jazz, has a lot to teach me about gardening, and knows how to laugh, I've just come to appreciate her in new and different way. Just look at those happy, dancing feet in the socks that I knit for her seventieth birthday! And guess who taught me to knit?

In my twenties, I used to still kind of cringe when people said they could see my mother in me and me in my mother. How, I thought, could I possibly be so like someone that old for one thing, and that mean, for another? Now, I like it. Twenty years later, she is no longer old and I can't even remember her being especially mean. People say I do that same little thing with my eyes, and that just warms me through and through.

Among my mother's many admirable qualities is her great big, forgiving heart. She is so forgiving that I am sure she will accept my deepest apologies for (a) not sending an anniversary card last week and (b) not sending a mother's day card either.

I love you, Mum!

Withdrawal: It Isn't Pretty

2007-05-10T10:04:00.000-04:00

I was just a basket case yesterday. Absolutely and positively out of my mind. By the end of the day, I figured it out. We were having our internet connection changed to a different company and a different kind of system (cable delivery instead of whatever it was before). All week I was worried that it wouldn't work properly and that we'd be stuck without a connection. Our house has "smart wiring" with a router, and the tech support people at the new company weren't sure it would work. And as the installation was under way, I was getting more and more agitated, as was my spouse. And the installer had to leave and it still wasn't working. We had a connection. It went right up to the router just as it was supposed to. But then it stopped. Oh no. We'd have to wait until our computer technician arrived (he was scheduled to come in the morning-is here as I write this). Meanwhile, I am always able to tap into several people's wireless connection from my laptop, but this is not an adequate longterm solution for a three computer household. I was offering my husband "fixes" as required. I had a menacing headache all day long that was not helping my mood. People were getting on my nerves. I missed an appointment. I cried during a panel discussion that I attended later that day.

By the end of the day I nailed the problem: My name is TI, and I am an internet/e-mail addict.

It's not how much I use, it's that I need to be able to connect. If I cannot connect, I feel agitated, I cannot think straight. I can sometimes go a few days without, for instance, when I am on vacation. But the craving sets in, viceral and fierce, as soon as I approach a computer with access.

Writing Personal Narrative

2007-05-06T12:38:00.000-04:00

Vivian Gornick says that the writer of personal narrative needs to discover: "who is speaking, what is being said, and what is the relation between the two?" These questions, if asked persistently, will take you deeper into the work. I have been using this approach with the new essay for this submission, and it is helping me to focus. I am over the hump, that agonizing stage where I feel as if I am groping in the dark, going on faith in the process, struggling to discover what I am trying to say. And besides just logging the hours, which is really the only way to get anywhere, Gornick's questions have guided me. But they are scary questions, questions that demand self-disclosure.

As a writer of personal narrative, one of the things that I am fighting these days is the "who cares?" question. I mean, who cares about the experiences of my life? Why should I think that I have anything of significance to say? When I read some of the great essayists I've been reading lately--Loren Eiseley, C.S. Lewis, Patricia Hampl, James McConkey, Vivian Gornick, John Haines--I am in awe of the way that they manage to build a discussion with universal significance out of the details of their lives. Their lives weren't special, weren't significantly different from anyone else's (well, okay, Haines lived a homesteader's life in the Alaskan wilderness for 25 years, and not many people have done that). So how do they do it? How do they write something that people want to read? If Gornick is correct, it is by nailing the answers to those three questions. There is a clear narrative voice (a narrative persona, she calls it), the speaker has something unique to say, and this speaker is the only one who could have said it. I'm so used to impersonal, scholarly writing, where the main point is to present your work in a way that is as detached from the author as possible. Who I am, what I do, what life I have lived, where I stand in relation to the material...these are all considered to be irrelevant in the academic tradition. What I have been taught to consider irrelevant is suddenly the key to meaningful work.

Who am I? What do I have to say? And what is the relationship between who I am and what I have to say? These are my new questions.

LIke Clockwork

2007-05-03T19:47:00.000-04:00

It's like clockwork -- the MFA brainfreeze. The deadline is upon me and that is the cue to come to a complete creative halt. The new writing is coming one slow and painful page at a time, and it feels completely flat and uninspired.

I am falling behind on the reading, not even done one of the books and without a single idea for the first annotation, let alone the second. And all the while, I have put everything else on hold because I feel as if every minute of every day should be spent writing. I know this to be a bad strategy. Tomorrow, I better factor in a few breaks. I'm putting the writing down for the evening and going to do a reading blast so that I can at least break free of one task -- an annotation.

There is something comforting in knowing that this is just the way it happens each month, and it is no indication of anything. It's just a little hump that I need to get over. So, so predictable. You could set your watch by it!

In the end, the reading gets done, the annotations get written, the new work gets completed, and usually I manage to knit a few rows in between. In a few days, I'll be ready to move on to the empathetic questioning to deepen the draft, and suddenly, ahhhhh!

One day I would love to edit a volume, filled with the work of all the writers I know, about why, oh why, we write.

Random Attack

2007-05-01T10:05:00.000-04:00

I wasn't going to blog about this, but it has been eating away at me ever since it happened so I thought I'd unload it here. Recently, I was walking home through a busy area after a pleasant evening out, when I was attacked by a stranger. It wasn't a vicious attack, but it was definitely a violation. This enormous, drunk guy ran at me, grabbed me around the legs, and hauled me up in the air. His friends implored him to put me down, and kept telling me not to worry, he's just drunk. I, meanwhile, was pounding on his back, swearing, and demanding to be put down RIGHT NOW. I'm relieved to know that I have an angry and assertive reaction in these situations.

If that wasn't disturbing enough, the group of them (there were four) then staggered off, leaving me, in shock (but pretty much unhurt), standing on the street. On this busy street, not a single person came up to ask me if I was okay, if they could call someone for me, or if I needed anything. I myself completely forgot that I had a cell phone with me, and just walked the rest of the way home alone in a daze. By the time I got home, and even now, I could not remember exactly where on the block this had even happened.

Now, I'm fine. But it did make me aware of how randomly and suddenly a person who is minding her own business can be picked out of a crowd by a complete stranger. I am so fortunate that this guy had no knife, wasn't in the mood for a fight, and had friends who just wanted to get him out of there instead of joining in the "fun". Walking home alone at night has taken on a whole new frame for me, now that I have been the target of a random attack.

It has also made me want to take some kind of martial arts training.

Facebook

2007-04-25T17:51:00.000-04:00

It was only a matter of time. Everyone at my university is doing the Facebook thing. You know, you think you're on top of technology with the blog, with e-mail, with the mp3... It began back in January when my students started talking about Facebook. It came up from time to time but I thought, well, that's what the kids are doing now (like text messaging and msn and all that stuff that I know I'll never make time for). But then we had a big "issue" on campus, and suddenly the Facebook groups were where the activism was happening (in large part). Anyway, I have set myself up on Facebook. But since my blog is private from my workplace, I can't post my Facebook information here.

Personally, I think that Facebook would be a fun thing for the MFA-ers to go to. We could even set up a group. You can write on people's wall (like blog commenting), send them gifts, and "poke" them (I haven't done this yet because I don't know what it is and I don't want to do anything rude by mistake). I have hesitated to send out an invitation to join because I know that we are all way too busy (myself included, but I appear to have discovered yet another trigger for me addictive personality). The reason I think it would be good is that it is even more oriented to community building than blogging.

If you think you might be interested, let me know and I'll send you an invitation to sign up and be my "friend". Or you can just go here: http://www.facebook.com/. If you're already registered, so much the better. Seek me out! I don't have very many friends at the moment. :(

First Flowers

2007-04-24T21:51:00.000-04:00

The first flowers in the garden have started to bloom just this week. It's so amazing how they just sneak up on us. One day, it's miserable and cold and no end seems to be in sight. Then, suddenly, when you're not even watching, new shoots start to spurt and then...purple flowers.

Wouldn't it be great if writing were like that, where you could just leave it for a few days and then, when you came back to it, it would be fuller and more colourful and textured than it was when you last checked?

My fourth submission is challenging because it is not behaving as cooperatively as my untended garden. I have neglected it and now I want to start nurturing it again, early in the mornings, quietly, before the demands of the day try to divert me away from what really matters. A different kind of patience is required.

Stop!

2007-04-20T21:38:00.000-04:00

My head was spinning a lot this week and one of the times that was happening was this afternoon, and in the midst of it I walked past a stop sign. And that took me back to an exercise that I was taught when I was learning how to quit smoking (a long, long time ago). What you do is, if your mind is going all squirrelly and you can't shut it off (back then it was the single-minded craving for a cigarette; today, it's much more diverse and far-reaching!), you picture a big red stop sign and you say "stop!".

So I was walking past this stop sign, and my mind was running hither and yon about this, that and the other, and I remembered that exercise, and I looked right at the sign and yelled "stop!" (okay, I kind of looked around a bit to see if anyone was watching, and I didn't yell it so much as say it very loudly in my mind, silently to myself). And the next thing I knew, everything but the stop sign was gone, and a kind of silence descended, and suddenly I noticed what a beautiful day it was, and I could smell spring, and the light was just perfect, and I realized that today had been quite a productive day in its own little way, and it was Friday, and I had plans to take the evening off, and, well, life can be pretty good when my head and my body are in the same place!

Light as a Feather

2007-04-09T16:57:00.000-04:00

Ah, that feeling of clearing a major task off the desk! Add to that the sudden lightening of my workload at the day-job for the next few months, and well, I feel as if the lightness of my present being could just carry me away like a feather on a soft breeze.

I don't even know what to do. I feel as if nothing is a good choice right now, even though technically there is not nothing to do. I had some space open up for me this week in a wonderfully welcome way, so I am taking a little overnight trip to Toronto tomorrow just for fun. The documentary work, for which I had set aside Tuesday and Wednesday, got postponed. I almost cancelled the trip, almost starting filling in the days with other commitments, and then I said "STOP!" I changed my ticket so that I could make it to yoga at 6:30 tomorrow morning and have a nap afterwards if I should choose to do so. I am getting on the train with nothing but a book and my birch shawl (which is coming along quite nicely now that I understand the pattern; it is also light as a feather).

I need to give a special shout out to my sister MFA-ers, congratulations on mailing Sub. Three! Only one more to go this semester. I am so grateful to have you women to lean on.

If anyone knows how to carry this lightness into the daily grind, rather than have it reserved only for those fleeting moments immediately after meeting a deadline, please share your insights!

Maybe It's Something about the Second Semester

2007-04-04T10:14:00.000-04:00

Is the second semester a time for a collective crash or something? Did anyone tell us that it is the hardest (God help us if the third is harder)? Or is it the full moon? Or the alignment of the planets? Or global warming?

Yes, I was running with an idea yesterday, yes, it has given me something to go on, yes, there is more there than there was yesterday or the day before. And yes, it is deepening, kind of. But it is also spread out all over the place, with little spikes of promise here and there. Can this really be what I think I want to do for a living?

I've had to make a decision. The decision is that I am willing to send whatever I have to my advisor, in the hopes that she can give me some direction. We're supposed to know that it all starts off badly (the whole shitty first draft idea). We're supposed to know that there is usually a kernel of something that can be nurtured into full bloom with some love and attention (remember all those drafts of Elizabeth Bishop's "One Art"?). We're supposed to know that fear, insecurity, self-doubt, loss of faith are as much a part of the process as that eureka feeling, moments of triumph, surges of confidence, times where we think "hey, I can do this," and the conviction that the Universe is good.

But on those days where I feel like I just want to crawl out of my skin and slither away from the keyboard, to do something practical or nothing at all, well, those are the days that it is hard to remember the rewards of sticking with it. Maybe one row of birch will get me back on track, knowing the promise that it holds.

Running with an Idea

2007-04-03T14:44:00.000-04:00

Have you allowed yourself to run with an idea lately? I mean, truly run with it with no expectations or goals or anything attached to it? After a few days of hitting a wall, today I decided not to have any expectations at all, to allow myself to run with an idea. I picked up some little jots and notes from Saturday, when I did a bit of "empathetic questioning" following Carol Bly's technique in Beyond the Writer's Workshop. This morning I grabbed onto the core idea that came up while I was doing that and decided to run with it. La, la, la...it has born some fruit (not in abundance, but there is some new growth and it is worth chewing on).

The great thing about empathetic questioning is that its only objective is to get deeper into the heart of the piece. Carol Bly really makes me feel better because she says that a first draft inevitably feels flat (oh yes, how I know this to be true!). But that is not where it needs to stay. By asking yourself some questions about whether you are managing to say what you really want to say, trying to get to the "truth," you can push the piece deeper. Since right now I have a very shallow draft the various bits and pieces of which are connected together with a thread that is hardly visible even to myself and would certainly be invisible to anyone else, including my most attentive advisor, empathetic questioning and running with its findings was all that it took to break free from the disjointed surface of this story. It has allowed me to "look forward and plan ahead free-spiritedly." How liberating. Instead of feeling stuck, I feel released.

Sunday Scribblings: Deepest, Darkest

2007-03-30T18:56:00.000-04:00

This week's prompt, deepest, darkness, somehow brought out the poet in me. She doesn't come out very often, so be kind! I don't even know how to punctuate poetry.

The Grave

The grave I dug was deep and dark,
It bordered on the woods,
I tossed within bits of the past,
The evils and the goods;
Broken bits of shrubs untended,
Sweet herbs now gone to seed,
A diamond and some precious coins
To show I’d lost my greed.
I knew that there was room for more,
Something not yet revealed,
I searched the dark depths of my mind,
But it remained concealed.

The dew of dusk clung to the leaves,
The sun began to set,
I grabbed the spade to fill the grave
But the task was not done yet.
The wind picked up, the clouds went dark,
And soon I could not see,
The darkness spoke in a deep sure voice,
The forgotten thing was me.

For more deepest, darkest, check out Sunday Scribblings.

Permission to Take a Vacation Granted

2007-03-30T17:35:00.000-04:00

I took yesterday's and today's photos a couple of years ago, in May, when I gave myself permission to take a vacation in Europe. The flowers were outside a Parisian florist, this magical place is the Alhambra in Granada, Spain.

A number of my fellow-MFAers have been experiencing burnout lately, and I sure know that feeling. I am feeling it now too. I'm unmotivated, feeling burdened and put upon. A friend has asked me if I want to get together for an hour (one little hour) this weekend and my knee-jerk reaction is that I can't afford the time off. I have work to do!

I remember when I first started working, I thought that I could not afford the time that a vacation would take. So I started to avoid vacations or always take work with me. About ten years ago, I realized that I had not gone anywhere without at least some work-related reading in more than a decade. And often the work that I took never got done, but cast a dark shadow over the whole vacation. I was plagued with the sense that I should be working. My conclusion: A vacation is time off work without any work to do. It occured to me that no one is going to give me permission to take that kind of vacation, but I am a grown-up. I can take one if I want. Yes, sometimes I need to scale the expectations back to fit with my finances, but there is always some destination that is within my reach. Sometimes, even staying in town and doing something I would not ordinarily do can be a vacation. I find that when I give myself permission, I feel better about my work and I can remember what I like about it, even convince or remind myself that I have chosen this work (for now). It does not rule me.

You know how they say that if you don't sleep, you go insane and then you die. Well, I think the same is true of not taking real vacations. It may take longer, but it will kill us, and along the way, it will suck the joy out of our lives and make us crazy.

So please, please, plan a vacation. The more you think that you have no time, the more you need one! Me: I'm going to Chicago in May, and before that I am taking some time off right here.

Tulips ... Soon

2007-03-29T21:05:00.000-04:00

The garden is starting to offer some promise. Tulips are pushing their way up through the soil, and the hundred crocuses that I planted back in November are stretching their little green stems up to the sun. Nothing in this world compares to the hope that the slow steady rousing of spring life spurs.

Like the flowers in the garden, the new essay changes daily, almost imperceptibly. Measured development, but visible at the end of the week.

I Want Some New Yarn

2007-03-25T21:33:00.000-04:00

I am just itching to buy some summer yarn (the picture on the left), but I have some stash from last summer that I haven't even touched, as well as an in-progress denim project (the Rowan jacket pictured on the right) that I need to pick up again soon. Birch is languishing in a state that has not moved beyond intial cast-on. The only project that I have spent any time at all on is a sweater, that might turn out to be really ugly, but it's easy enough to knit when I watch 24. It's the only thing I watch these days, and then only sometimes, and definitely only on DVD. I can't tune in regularly to anything, and in any case I'm well behind on seasons, currently in the early hours of Day Four (so far, not in the same league as Day Three, IMHO). The rule around here though is that you are not allowed to forge ahead alone with the episodes. Lest you think that I watch it uncritically, I do not. But I don't have the energy to get into it right now.

The bottom line is, there is no need to buy new yarn right now because there is no time to knit it. Not that the intention to knit is a prerequisite for a new yarn purchase, of course. There is sometimes just the luxury of a box of new yarn delivered to the house, and then the subsequent unconscious seeking that ensues as the right brain (or is it the left brain? I can never keep them straight) tries to find the perfect project for it. Truly, the process can take years.

Sunday Scribblings: In the Kitchen

2007-03-24T12:35:00.000-04:00

I grew up in the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking tea and watching my mother work her magic at the avocado green stove. As a feminist, I sometimes worry about the whole “woman in the kitchen” thing, but I realize that in many homes, certainly the one I grew up in, the kitchen was a real locus of power. It really was the heart of the home, the most regular gathering place, the warmest, most comforting place to be. You could take the pulse of the family in the kitchen. We ate all of our meals, many together, in the kitchen. We sat at the table and played cards in the kitchen. I learned how to do macramé at the kitchen table when I was a child in the seventies, turning brown twine into plant hangers (remember those), making my own beads and painting them—all in the kitchen. I baked my own horrible easy-bake oven cakes on the kitchen table while my mother made mouth-watering real ones at the counter. Or I stood on a chair beside her, full of admiration and longing to know the same secrets. In the late afternoons, you could hear the pressure cooker (which was to approached with the utmost caution, if at all) hissing away on the stovetop. And the aroma of sweet baking filled the house every Sunday afternoon. When I was a little older, I sat at that table in the kitchen, leafing through cookbooks, experimenting with recipes, absorbing my mother’s skills and making them my own.

When I was shopping for my first home, I surprised myself by realizing what a huge priority the kitchen was (right up there with closet space) and how definite my ideas about it were. I wanted a spacious kitchen that I could move in easily and with a vast counter that would allow me to say “yes” whenever guests asked if I needed any help in the kitchen. I wanted a dedicated bookcase for my own growing collection of cookbooks, none of which I can think of discarding. And a little desk. And most of all, I wanted a kitchen that was continuous with the rest of the house, not shut off from but open to the social space. And now I have it. No other room lives in a house the way a kitchen does.

See what's going on in other kitchens.

Note to Self: It's a Process

2007-03-22T20:17:00.000-04:00

Bug was writing about beginning again today, and what she said really resonated with me. I had the luxury last month of working on revisions. This month, I am trying to start something new and it is in that shapeless, aimless early stage where the only thing that keep me moving forward is faith in the process. I have 10 pages and fear that they all need to scrapped. Nevertheless, I am going to keep moving forward with it, adding daily until I have 10 more pages. Then I'll go back to the beginning and start looking for its shape and its point.

I love Julia Cameron's suggestion to put this sign in my creative space: Great Creator, I will take care of the quantity; you take care of the quality. I know from past experience that I cannot sit down and plan to write something brilliant. I can only do my part by showing up and leave the rest to the process. If I am going to get to the other side of this transition as a writer, I need to accept that there will be many, many beginnings. I have given myself two touchstones this month. (1) Ralph Keyes' The Courage to Write sits on my desk. I don't even need to read it anymore; I just let it be there. (2) I am re-reading the freewriting after the "finding true north" meditations that we did in the very first MFA seminar. In January, it helped me get centred and find the vein of the essay I was writing. Perhaps it can work its magic again this month.

Sunday Scribblings #51 Inspiration

2007-03-18T14:56:00.000-04:00

This week, as its first anniversary approaches, Sunday Scribblings has prompted us to write about inspiration.

One of my very first blog posts was on the topic of inspiration. As far as my writing life goes, not much has changed since then. I still cannot afford to wait for inspiration. But I have discovered something else: the more I write, the more the inspiration seems to come. Regular time with the page, a gift which I have been giving myself in generous doses over the past few months, trains my creative spirit to be awake even when I am not at the page. I'm not sure if I'd call it inspiration, but lately I've been overflowing with ideas to such an extent that I just have to get them down or I'm going to explode. And I think the main reason for this abundance is that I am prepared to sit down and write no matter what my mood. I don't look for the inspired moment anymore.

There is another kind of inspiration that the prompt called to mind for me, and that is the inspiration I get from the world around me. Energetic young feminists inspire me. My friends' achievements inspire me. Stories of writers who persisted, believed in themselves and finally broke into the market inspire me. Sunsets, rainstorms, lush forests of ferns, silent snowfalls, summer breezes, and the night sky inspire me. Yoga, meditation, and that sense that nothing needs to be different inspire me. I could go on. But you get the picture. Some days, I am in awe of the universe and everything in it.

Find more inspired writing here.

Radio Days

2007-03-14T08:05:00.000-04:00

Radio documentaries are fun to make. Pitch, pitch, pitch until you get to do one. I'm having the best time right now putting together a draft of my story with the producer. I can't say it's not a lot of work and I can't say I'd have been able to do it without help, but I am learning a lot. The thing about doing this is that I'm not just learning about radio, I'm learning about story-telling. So a lot of what we're doing I can carry into my writing.

Yesterday, the main task was to sort through the tape that I flagged when I was organizing the rough draft of the structure, decide on the order of the various bits, and then cut, cut, cut until we ended up with about 20 minutes of tape (the final product will be 13). Watching it take shape through the day was so exciting, just like watching your story emerge when you're writing. Considering I started off last month with over 500 minutes of tape, and even in the initial narrowing down still had over 90 minutes, getting down to 20 streamlined the possibilities and nailed the one thread that the story will follow. I'm listening to it right now and, just as with a written story, I can see what is needed, what is working, and what needs to be edited down or edited out. You just have to love the creative process!

At the end of the day, I thought I had time to go yarn shopping before meeting a friend for dinner. But Romni Wools has such a terrible website that I got the times completely wrong and thought it was open until 8. As it turns out, it is only open until 8 on Thursdays. So arriving at 5:55, just as they were about to close up, was kind of disappointing but saved me a fair chunk of change since I could feel that adrenaline rush starting as I began to do that thing where you run the different strands of yarn between your fingers, squeeze the different balls, do the mental calculations of how much you need and how much it will cost...

I had a great dinner with a friend who is a professional writer, the first one who ever encouraged me to pursue writing as a career. Now this morning, since her husband works in the newsroom at the CBC, I'm getting a tour of the newsroom before I start work on the documentary.

The building on the corner with the red trim is the CBC, and the tower in the background is the CN Tower. I took that pic on my way to the yarn store yesterday. The weather was just stupendous. People were even sitting in outdoor cafes on Queen Street yesterday (it's kind of relative; in September or October it would have seemed way too cold for that, but in March, it's like wow, what a balmy day).

Sunday Scribblings #50 Dream Journey

2007-03-11T17:20:00.000-04:00

My dream journey takes me through a magical door that catapults me straight out of my dayjob into the new life as a full-time writer who doesn't have to pretend not to be an artist anymore.

Now, please.

Travel here for more (and more inspired!) dream journeys.

Happy International Women's Day!

2007-03-08T06:52:00.000-05:00

The International Women's Day website describes IWD as a "global day of celebration," and so it is! Any opportunity to think about women across world, about ways of continuing to improve the conditions of their lives, about strategies for developing an inclusive global feminist community is worth taking. Women are participating more fully in public life than ever before, and there are many more opportunities for them than there were. But pay equity, representation in politics and government and business, opportunities for education, the unrecognized value of their unpaid domestic labour, exploitation of women workers in the global economy, poverty and stigma facing single mothers, inequitable access to healthcare resources, and violence against women are still issues for women in developed and in developing nations.

There are IWD events going on all over the world today. Check for those in your area. Be a role model. Make a difference today.

The beautiful logo you see here is from the Status of Women of Canada website.

Close, So Close

2007-03-07T22:10:00.000-05:00

How is everyone doing on the next submission? I'm in that period of the last minute where time suddenly opens up and feels more expansive than usual. I think it's because it forces a certain kind of focus. I still strive, one day, to find that focus more often without having it be pressure-induced. There is probably no spiritual tradition that does not encourage living in the moment, so why fight the time-honoured truth?

Anyway, the essay is coming together. I can see where it still needs work, but I have done a respectable enough revision, expansion, and restructuring that anything I do after tomorrow morning will be bonus. I'm behind on the reading for one of the annotations. I have never left the reading so to the last minute. It's not that I'm not enjoying it, but with this cold, reading makes my eyes close pretty quickly. I've probably read enough to write something, but I feel as if I'm cheating. Okay, maybe I'll be willing to lower my standards if the reading isn't done by tomorrow. I have some work-related reading that needs to take priority tomorrow. Boo.

An interesting thing happened with my new writing this month. I thought I was working on a new essay, and it turned out to be an extension of the previous one. So a little experiment in combining them paid off big time, and I am quite happy with what is in the making. At least I see its potential.

Tomorrow is International Women's Day so remember to take a moment to think about our sisters locally and globally.

Want to Come Ice Fishing?

2007-03-05T17:41:00.000-05:00

This morning it was back to work. I was up at 5:30 working on my essay for the next submission (still aiming for Friday). It was a productive hour; I like how the piece is shaping up. I gave myself plenty of time for my meditation and my morning pages (no yoga today). I had a few things to do to get ready for my 9:30 commitment, and with just a 10 minute commute, leaving at 8:30 was just fine.

Except that the driveway looked kind of like this (well, it didn't look blue, but for some reason that's how it looks now):

Last week it was just a lake. Now, well, I'd have invited you over to go ice fishing, but I really did need to get to work. Then my wheels started spinning -- the Rabbit is cute but front wheel drive? Not so cute. I looked at my watch and tried again. Nothing. I went for help. The car did move some with the pushing (I did a lot of the pushing), but it kept ending up stuck in a worse position. As you can see, it went through the ice. Just when I was ready to give it up and accept defeat, a lovely neighbour came out to offer her help. Between the two of us pushing as hard as we could, R (yes, funny how he ended up in the driver's seat!) managed to control the vehicle as it catapulted free, onto higher and drier ground.

Here is the forecast for this evening. There are two warnings in effect: a snowsquall warning and a windchill warning. We're expecting about 5 cm (2.5 inches of snow), winds northwest (the real cold kind) 40 km per hour, gusting to 60 km per hour at times, temperature plummeting to minus 24 C, minus 32 with the windchill factor. Tomorrow morning is supposed to be sunny, but not when I walk to yoga at 6:30, in the dark, with the wind chill temperature of minus 36 degrees C. Then it's going to snow again. And then again on Wednesday.

Somehow it doesn't seem quite the right time of year for daylight savings time to be starting.

Ira Glass on Story-Telling

2007-03-03T16:33:00.000-05:00

I don't usually crib so directly from other blogs, but a friend sent me this great page from "Your Daily Awesome" with four completely engaging and charming clips of Ira Glass talking about story-telling. They've been a great help as I try to put something together in rough for my radio documentary. Thanks for the tip, CA.

Four Hours!

2007-03-02T22:03:00.000-05:00

I had a miraculously productive morning working on revisions. My packet finally arrived from my advisor yesterday. It took nearly two weeks for it to get here -- you'd think it was going halfway around the world. Thankfully, she had sent the letter by e-mail last week, which contained 8 generous pages of the most helpful comments. But getting the packet with the comments in the margins really helped. So I went at it this morning. I began a bit later than usual (I am sick with a cold, after all), about 8:30. And I'm not kidding, before I knew it it was 12:30! And I'd only checked e-mail about 3 times. I feel great about that. The writing is changing for the better, and though I am not going to have much to show in terms of the new work unless I get cracking on that tomorrow, the revision is likely to be substantial enough that I can get away with it as long as I promise new work for April.

The first annotation is done. Reading for the second one is on track, though the reverse schedule has been revised. I'm okay with shifting schedules.

I spent last night on the IS project. I have a Monday deadline for a rough structure for the radio documentary. And then on the 13th and 14th I am going to the CBC in Toronto for a couple of days to work on it. That will be thrilling. I signed and mailed the contract today. I still can't believe they're paying me. Of course, trying to come up with the narrative structure has brought out the usual, mean inner critic telling me my tape is all wrong, there is no story, I don't have enough scenes etc. I need to re-read FC's inspiring post from the other day.

R brought me a cup of tea this afternoon in response to my complaints about not being looked after the way someone with a cold should be.

I don't have time for this

2007-03-01T11:51:00.000-05:00

I do not have time to nurse a cold right now, but really, when it hits, it hits hard. So I had to spend the morning, for which I had high hopes of making progress on my essay, sleeping. The drugs that I am taking to enable me to breath leave me a little foggy. And I'm in a grumpy mood. Why is it that when we women are sick, we end up having to take care of ourselves, but when the men in our lives (if there is one) are sick we love to take care of them. Why can they not reciprocate?

I have three plans for today other than sleeping: 1. Spend two hours (Bug, I can't do three. Just. Can. Not) on my essay and 2. Work on the structure for my radio documentary (my IS project) and 3. Read the book for my second annotation -- I am behind on the reverse calendar but that's okay.

Meanwhile, while I was gone it seems that FC and The Repeater have taken to blogging daily! I love it!

Snow Days!

2007-02-27T13:38:00.000-05:00

The snow conditions this week have been perfect. Yesterday there was plenty of fresh, fluffy stuff to float through (paradise) and today the snow is more groomed, faster, and perfect of cruising. The temperature has been comfortable, hovering around -3 degrees C or so, and no wind.

My schedule was somewhat disrupted by the fresh snow yesterday morning. We drove here on a blizzard on Sunday evening, thus missing a good portion of the Oscars, which was fine because no doubt what I missed was even more tedious than what I, loyal Academy Awards watcher that I am, sat through (good knitting fare). Of course, the upside of the harrowing drive was that we knew the slopes would be fabulous the next day. I did manage to get up at 5:30 to work on my essay for about 90 minutes before heading out for the morning. In response to my advisor's good suggestions, I am completely restructuring my essay from last month. The difference in flow is opening up new, richer possibilities, but I haven't quite got a sense of particulars yet. I am simultaneously working on a second essay. This could be a mistake but we'll see. I am also, for the first time, struggling with an annotation. I usually have no problem dashing these off, but this reading was so rich (False Papers, Andre Aciman) and I loved it so much that I don't even know what to focus on. Anyway, doing the powder yesterday really wore me out so the afternoon wasn't all that productive and then the hill was calling me again. Night riding is really a lot of fun because the atmosphere is completely different. Later that evening, after a scrumptious dinner at one of my favourite restaurants, we came back to watch 6 a.m. to 7 a.m. of 24 Season Three. It had the most disturbing final scene, certainly the most shocking 24 turn of events I've ever seen (I'm way behind, which is fine with me because I simply cannot show up for anything on TV at the same time, weekly, for that many weeks in a row).

Today I woke up with a cold -- my throat was on fire -- but since it was snowing like crazy when I fell asleep last night I couldn't resist. After all, that is why we're here. Another morning of great riding. Like anything, some days you just hit that rhythm and it's magical. It's now just after lunch and I have to say, I'm worn right out. Calling it a day. Nap. Annotation. Essay. Knitting. Dinner. 24. Sleep.

Me? Break-Phobic?

2007-02-24T11:11:00.000-05:00

For all my advice about the Unschedule and the Reverse Calendar, I now have a week off from teaching and I am afraid to kick back at all. I can only think that with this one precious week, I better get focused and produce some writing: NOW. This morning I made a to-do list of things I really want to do, most writing- and MFA-related but it is so overwhelmingly long that I am feeling oppressed by it already. Blogging didn't even make the list. I must be doing that thing that John Perry writes about, structured procrastination. I talked about it in my very first post ever. Since the work I'm paid to do has been set aside for a few days, writing has risen to the top of the list. And that is why it is so difficult to do today.

Another reason I am having difficulty taking a break is just plain fear. I want to relax but am afraid that if I do I"ll never get to work again. I have a work schedule (not very unschedule-y of me, I know) all set out for when we are on our snowboarding holiday from Sunday to Wednesday. Get up at 5:30, work on essay until 7:30, meditate, have breakfast with R, R goes out for fresh tracks, I do morning pages, then read for second annotation, then do another half hour on essay, R comes in for mid-morning break. Out on the slopes by 11, snowboard through lunch (good time because everyone else is inside), come back to the room for lunch about 1 or 1:30, rest, back out for night-riding until 7:30, back to room to change, out for dinner. Of course, this will all have to change if it snows overnight. In that case, I need to make fresh tracks too.

All work and no play make TI a dull, dull girl.

Feedback

2007-02-24T11:01:00.000-05:00

I got some really encouraging feedback from my advisor yesterday on my most recent submission. She's asked for lots of changes, but was positive in lots of ways and made some great constructive comments for restructuring, deleting, and re-ordering the balance. Feedback is really helpful in pushing me past that lost feeling. I was kind of caught this week, pushing forward on a new essay but having no clue where I need or want to go with it. That groping feeling can be uncomfortable. But with the comments have helped to situate me and have pointed me in the direction of something more attainable. So for this month, I am going to push on with the new work but also revise last month's submission. The most encouraging lines are: "As a reader, I don't want to let go of this piece!" and "I feel you are on the brink of something significant." What more could a writer want to spur her on! I also got some useful advice for my thesis -- she is suggesting a series of essays, perhaps interlinked, perhaps not. That is perfect because I have discovered that essay is the form to which I am most drawn at the moment.

The most useful feedback doesn't gush. My advisor offered the best combination of gentle prodding, firm directives, no-nonsense drawing attention to what is getting in the way and needs to change, and confidence-building little gems to make me want to stick with the process.

Unschedule

2007-02-20T14:44:00.000-05:00

The Unschedule is the second tool that I want to recommend from Neil Fiore's The Now Habit. I can't quite do it justice in a little post, but I'll do my best to explain how it works for me.

It's called an unschedule because you don't schedule in the projects. Instead, you schedule in meals, pre-arranged appointments and meetings, sleeping time, exercise classes, leisure activities (these are a must). The rest of the blank space is available for working on the projects. For that, you log as you go, in 30 minute increments (I usually do 45 minute increments -- that's "advanced unscheduling," when you finetune and customize it for your own character). The one at the top is my unschedule from the week leading up to the last MFA submission. I colour code mine so I can see how I spend my time. Green is MFA time, mostly creative writing. Yellow is anything "routine" like meals, grocery shopping, commuting. Pink is teaching and prep for teaching. Blue is anything having to do with health and well-being: yoga, meditation, morning pages, exercise. Orange is leisure. I used to us purple for my book when I was writing it last year, but now I use it for other creative activities -- either way, there is not much room for purple these days. I also have different colours and patterns for research and for admin commitments at work. The other one is the current week.

Anyway, the point is that you can only log in time on your priority projects once you've put in 30 minutes of quality, uninterrupted (no phone calls or e-mails) time. After that, you can keep going (this is what usually happens) or take a break (I like to put in more than 30 minutes before a break). The incentive to find uninterrupted time increases as you start filling it in. It's also great for maximizing the use of deadspace -- yesterday, in that half hour before dinner, I graded two papers. What I like about this unscheduling is that it helps me to have a balanced life and to see, realistically, how much time I have to give to my projects. I prioritize each week (see that list along the bottom?). I also keep a little post-it list of things that need attending to but aren't high on the list of priorities. I do not want these to become urgent, because it messes everything up when little things push the bigger ones out of the way.

Repeater, this also has appeal for the "overly project-oriented" among us because it forces scheduled leisure time. Maybe we can BOTH make it through this month without crying.

Reverse Calendar

2007-02-18T14:59:00.000-05:00

I can't remember whether I've ever recommended Neil Fiore's The Now Habit here before. I love this book. I used to be a chronic procrastinator and can still fall into it. Pressure gets me going, but I would rather stay consistent. I've been using some of the ideas from this book for at least twenty years, ever since I was an undergrad. I clung to it for dear life when I was a graduate student. And it was on my desk throughout the first six years of my career as I was trying to get tenure. Last year, when I was on leave and completing a book that had been in my head for far too long, The Now Habit got me through. And today, I use it to keep me on track with the MFA submissions. There's a lot of good stuff in the book, but there are two tools in particular that have stuck with me: the Unschedule and the Reverse Calendar.

I'll leave the unschedule for another day. Today I had to sit down and do a "reverse calendar" for my next submission, or my desire to be consistent is going to be replaced by that adrenaline rush of a looming deadline. Exactly what I want to avoid this month. The reverse calendar is a backwards schedule of the task ahead, broken down into manageable little steps, "units that you can see yourself accomplishing." It really eases the mind to think in these terms, and allows me to let go of the BIG PROJECT and focus instead on this little piece in front of me today. Here is what my reverse calendar for the March 12 deadline looks like. My first decision is to have the submission completed and in the mail by March 9 to give me a weekend off, so that's when the reverse calendar "starts," namely, when the project ends. Here it is:

March 9 Print, proof-read, and mail annotations, new writing, and cover letter
March 8 Final touches on the new writing and the cover letter
March 5 Draft cover letter; continue revising new writing
March 4 Polishing up the essay daily from Feb 21 to March 4; Satisfactory draft by March 4
Feb 28 Finish reading Hoffman; write second annotation (Hoffman)
Feb 25 Start reading Eva Hoffman, Lost in Translation; write first annotation (Aciman)
Feb 24 Finish shitty first draft of essay; Finish reading Andre Aciman, False Papers: Essays on Exile and Memory
Feb 20 Very shitty first draft of new essay (only task today)
Feb 19 Brainstorm essay again; come up with structure

See how it works? This gives me some achievable goals for each week. It's also really project-oriented, so it doesn't include other things. The main other project will be a research grant application that is due on March 1. I'd draft a reverse calendar for that, but I have exactly ONE day set aside for it, and that is Wednesday this week. I've never claimed to have achieved balance everywhere and in all things.

Beware the Blackberry Hole!

2007-02-14T08:26:00.000-05:00

On Friday night I came home to a surprise. A new gadget. A Blackberry. Those who spent the MFA residency with me in January might have known that I was lamenting daily my lack of a cell phone. It wouldn't be so bad if there were pay phones on campus, or if I was staying in a hotel where I could at least make a call at the end of the day. But their is no working payphone on that campus, and no phones with outside lines in the dorm (note to self: you don't need to stay in a dorm; you are a professional woman with a reliable income).

Not only did I not have a cell phone. My trusty Palm Pilot, which I have been using to keep track of appointments and addresses for about five years, fizzled the day after I got back from South Africa. I have no idea how many appointments I missed during the first couple of weeks after the residency. And if I met you or you moved after August 2006 (the last time I "synched" the handheld with my computer), you'll have to get in touch with me. I did buy a paper daytimer, and though there is something almost nostalgic about this way of keeping track of things, I have a strong preference for electronics.

Since Friday, I've been in a "blackberry hole," trying to figure out how to use it, what it does. Yesterday, I went through a brief period in which it was utterly silent. I was playing with ringtones and suddenly, it would make no sounds at all. I don't know what I did to make that happen. I don't know what I did to fix it. But the sounds are now back. I now have my e-mail configured on the little device, so I can check it when I am away from one of my four computers (one in each office at work, one at home, and my laptop ... it's not as great as it sounds). I can even do blogposts and read blogs from the thing. I have developed a lovely relationship with the blackberry tech support folks, who are on duty 24/7, 365 days a year (the notion that such constant support is required scares me, I confess).

Today's resolution. Leave the blackberry alone. Crawl out of the blackberry hole. After all, I did figure out text-messaging between my morning meditation and my morning pages.

Sunday Scribblings: Yummy!

2007-02-11T13:33:00.000-05:00

I've been on a Sunday Scribblings hiatus since early December when I left for South Africa. But I can't resist a post for this week's "yummy" prompt.

Koeksisters. These are the one South African food that is responsible for all five of the extra pounds I came back with. And it was worth each and every pound. To describe koeksisters as "donuts," which essentially they are, does not quite do justice to these syrup-soaked delicacies, sometimes sprinkled with coconut. You make the dough and the syrup separately. Once you've cooked the dough (sometimes braided--the Afrikaner version, sometimes just shaped into little oval balls--the Cape Malay version) until golden, you remove them from the oil and let them drain a bit. Then you plunge them into the cold syrup (it has to be cold; surround the bowl with ice cubes). They soak the syrup up and the outside gets a bit hard. The inside remains moist and delectable. If you want to add some cholesterol (why not, at this point?), roll them in some shaved coconut.

Enjoy them with a nice cup of tea.

YUM-MY!

Emerging from the Fog

2007-02-10T14:49:00.000-05:00

I don't even know if I had any other life besides working on the submission this week. I'm just emerging from the fog today -- catching up on sleep, wondering whether I can pull off the same rhythm for the next month. I hope so because I think it worked for me. It was the most challenging month of the MFA, the most challenging month of my creative writing life ever, but the upside of that is that the intensity with which I immersed myself in my project spilled over onto the page.

The writing really came together this week with some late-breaking insights into where the piece needs to go. What I sent off yesterday is not in its final form. I still feel that it has a long way to go. I worry that it is kind of "flat." But it is the first time that I have let go of something while having a reasonably clear vision for it, for its potential. I could have kept working on it, will keep working on it, can't wait to keep working on it.

Last semester, whenever I sent in something for a submission I felt crummy about it. This time I can truly say that I felt okay about it. It was worth every single early morning, and deserves its rightful place in a few more of them. Besides the steady pace that I took with my writing this past month, there is one more thing to add to why this piece feels so much more "true" than previous writing. The very first class of the very first semester was a seminar called "Finding Your True North." The instructor took us through several emotionally intense freewriting exercises. By the end of it, I had about 5 or 6 single spaced pages that came right from my soul. The instructor said that we will find in those pages, our "true north," the compass point towards which our writing needs to aim if it going to sound true, real. Then she said to put them away for awhile. Let them sit. I let mine sit for eight months, until three days ago, when my new writing started to "take me there." If you did that exercise and haven't re-visited the themes in the writing that came out of those meditations, don't waste another submission period ignoring them. Accepting my true north has taken me out of the fog. I have honestly lost that feeling of groping around in the dark. Between that and mind-mapping, I can't wait to see what the month ahead has in store!

[Pictured: the protea, South Africa's national flower, ready blossom]

Desperate Times...

2007-02-07T17:45:00.000-05:00

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Could words come more slowly to me than they are today? I sure hope not. I am reading what I have for Friday's submission (which time dictates that I must finish by tomorrow morning at the very latest), and I just hate it. It needs something. Just like that soup that's been simmering all day and somehow turns out to be bland, this piece is so blah. So blah, blah, blah, that I can hardly stand the idea of sending it out. It doesn't even have an ending.

So I was really open to help today. Any source would do. I began with the brilliant chapter on deepening from Carol Bly's Beyond the Writer's Workshop. It's brief, so I didn't need to sit with it for too long -- the clock is ticking. She helped me reach the diagnosis. It's not about what she calls "literary fixes." It's much too soon in the process for that. It's about re-locating the first inspiration, protecting it from criticism, and allowing it to come through by deepening the draft. She suggests a process of empathetic questioning. Fine. I did some empathetic questioning about my motives, hopes, dreams, vision, and ... (help) feelings for the piece. I see that it lacks a soul, but frankly I don't want to have too high hopes about finding it between now and tomorrow morning. In theory though, I do like her suggestion and I will allow my subconscious to run with it while I forge ahead.

Then, on the advice of a friend, I signed up for a free newsletter called "The Power Writing Newsletter" by Daphne Gray-Grant, the publication coach. I get my first issue on Tuesday. Along with that I got a bonus gift about mind-mapping, and I have to say, this was a great thing to land on my desk. I spent half an hour mind-mapping this afternoon and I made some great breakthroughs. It's a technique that allows the free-association of ideas, all generated from a central idea, in a kind of visual form that makes it feel more fun and more fluid than a linear outline. I've got a very busy mind-map in front of me on my desk right now. If I can incorporate even some of what's there into the piece, I should be able to send it off without feeling too grim about what my (new) advisor (whom I'm hoping to impress at least a little) will think.

Okay: workout, shower, dinner, back to the computer.

A Good Day to Stay in and WRITE

2007-02-06T12:22:00.000-05:00

So that is exactly what I am doing. We are really being crushed by a blast of arctic air here. There has been a windchill warning in effect for four days now, and it continues. Today it is -25 degrees C with the windchill factor. That's up from yesterday, when it was -29 degrees C. To tell you the truth, the four degrees don't seem to matter much when it plunges down below -20. Ye, this is Canada. But this is not a part of Canada that is prone to this kind of weather. I am Canadian, but this is too much, even for me, a woman who loves winter.

So here I sit, at my desk, in my office at home, with the fire place going (I have a wonderful office), a cup of hot tea (vanilla rooibos with soy milk) and all kinds of time. I was up at 5:30, went to my 6:30 yoga class, had a leisurely post-yoga breakfast, and settled in to write my second craft annotation, which I just completed. The first was on C. S. Lewis' "A Grief Observed," and today's was on Patricia Hampl's essay collection, I Could Tell You Stories, which is very good. I seized onto an idea that I have found very liberating. "Memoir," she says, "is the intersection of narration and reflection, of storytelling and essay. It can present its story and consider the meaning of the story. The first commandment of fiction--Show, Don't Tell--is not part of the memoirist's faith. Memoirists must show and tell." Well, hallaleujiah to that. Wht a relief. I feel so liberated by that idea. Hampl is just masterful at using personal narrative at a vehicle for reflecting on issues large and small. The key to being able to reflect within a narrative is, I think, not to allow the reflection to break down into impersonal, scholarly commentary (always a risk for a professional philosopher). Hampl does it and does it well. Once again, what seemed like it was going to be chore (writing an annotation when I'd rather be working on my essay) has opened my eyes to something I can actually try to practice in my own work, the work that I am doing today.

Get Out of My Way: I Wanna Write!

2007-02-02T22:24:00.000-05:00

Today I was so distracted from my (paid) work because I couldn't wait to get to my desk (at home) and write. I am just bursting with ideas for my new writing this month, an essay that has been percolating in an agonizing state of not-quite-shitty-first-draftedness. It's just a bunch of disconnected musings, vignettes, and scenes right now. I do have a structure and a plan, but loads of filling in to do. Anyway, I actually had to rush home as fast as I could, turn on the computer, and get it down on paper. I take that as a sign of good things to come this weekend, which is a dedicated writing weekend.

I also had an epiphany this morning on my way in to work. I started to develop a tortured relationship with my writing this month, as if it's a big chore. But in fact, I realized, it is what I most want to be doing. I am choosing to do it. I enjoy doing it. I have always wanted to make time for it. The deadline next Friday is pressing me to make time for it. How fortunate I am: I want to write and here is a great opportunity to write as much as possible over the next seven days.

And just a quick update on the early rising: 5:30 a.m. is no longer a problem. I comfortably did it 4 times this past week (Monday-Friday), and got up at 6 the one other day. I forget how many days or weeks before something becomes a new habit, but I feel myself settling into this one and I love it.

Get to Work

2007-02-01T18:30:00.000-05:00

Today I was reading Linda Hirshman's book, Get to Work. I like it. It's a real return to the basics of what I would call Second Wave feminism. It's a great "Manifesto" about the homeward bound modern woman. It's kind of depressing, really, to read about the number of women who are choosing to stay home. But even further, those of us who do not choose to stay home are still "homeward bound." We still carry the brunt of the domestic labour. The home, she thinks, is where women wield the most power. If we can take a stand where the housework is concerned, we might have something to bargain with. I read this while I was on the crosstrainer today, and as I read, my feet started moving faster and faster. I read over the quote from Pat Mainardi's list of "dirty chores." Sadly, my list (still) approximates hers: "buying groceries, carting them home and putting them away; cooking meals and washing dishes and pots; doing the laundry; digging out the place when things get out of control; washing floors." She goes on: "The longer my husband contemplated these chores, the more repulsed he became...As he felt himself backed into the corner laden with dirty dishes, brooms, mops and reeking garbage, his front teeth grew longer and pointier, his fingernails haggled and his eyes grew wild. Housework trivial? Not on your life! Just try to share the burden." As an aside, I should say that I do not wash floors but I do experience guilt that I pay someone else to do it.

Okay, I can relate. But still, I find the title to be kind of overbearing. Get to Work, you say? Get to Work? I feel like all I ever do these days is work. Work, work,work. How about take a day off? How about relax and do nothing? I'm feeling absolutely and entirely crushed by my work right now. I think that it's a tough sell to lump the women for whom housework is the second shift in together with those for whom it is the only shift. As a second shifter, I don't need to be told to "get to work." What I really need is to be told, or to tell myself, to get some rest. Work be damned. I'm taking the night off.

Casting on Birch

2007-01-27T12:21:00.000-05:00

Bug and I have a new knitting project: the birch shawl from Rowan 34. Just google "birch shawl" and you will find proud knitters showing off their finished products, dedicated knitters tracking their progress, or frustrated knitters plodding their way, with caution, through the very long first rows.

The initial cast-on is 299 stitches. There it is. I did it yesterday. I have been swatching for birch for a couple of weeks (since one morning during the residency when Bug and I met for this purpose at Starbuck's). I know from the flower petal shawl that I completed in November that lace patterns are confusing for me until I figure out their logic and find the rhythm. Each one has its own. I had to start over and over on the swatch because I seemed to be ending up with the wrong number of stitches. Lace knitting looks just awful if the pattern goes off kilter. I think that, in the end, it was more a matter of not knowing exactly where to put the stitch markers. I still haven't quite figured that out, but I do know that with 299 stitches, markers are a must. I placed one purple stitch marker every 20 stitches to start with this time.

Though the idea of a challenging knitting project is a little bit daunting, mostly becuase I've been feeling oversubscribed lately, I think that a contributing factor to my elevated stress level has been the lack of a knitting project (there are two sweaters in partial states of completeness, but somehow they are not moving me). I can no longer resist the allure of kidsilk haze and the promise of a wispy birch to call my own.

The Writing Group

2007-01-24T08:22:00.000-05:00

We had our first organizational meeting last night and I feel so good about the group. Only four of us could make it, and we are levelling off at six to begin with. Everyone is working on different kinds of things, including short stories, personal essays and memoir, and plays. We'd all like to see our work in print, but recognize the challenges of literary markets. We bring a range of life experiences and writing experience. One member has had a successful career freelancing in the magazine market -- of course I am full of admiration for her. (She decided she wanted to freelance so that she could stay home with her newborn daughter nine years ago, spent four months reading about markets, and then went to it. She said she new she'd made it when she got $1000 for a half an hour of work.) We're all committed to being helpful and constructive as we workshop our work-in-progress. One member brought a two-page hand-out that she recently received at an editing workshop, and it is full of great questions to ask yourself, as a writer, to see whether your story is working. It's equally good to apply the same questions to others' work (maybe even easier, since it is quite a overwhelming list to apply to your own work!).

Here's what we decided last night:

We'll meet every other week on Tuesday evening from 7-9 p.m.
For now, we're going to meet in public space, possibly a study room at the public library. Once we are all comfortable with one another, we'll change venue and start rotating hosting the meetings at homes. We feel that a small group lends itself to that.
Each week, we'll look at two members' work.
We're hoping to have a secure website where we can post our manuscripts rather than circulating them by e-mail.
Ideally, manuscripts will be circulated two weeks ahead of time, but for now we're settling for one week.
We're not looking for new members right now.
Next meeting: February 6, 2007.

I'm excited about having a local writing community to call my own!

Because It Works

2007-01-22T13:59:00.000-05:00

It's only 2 p.m., and already I have done so much today. I even got together with someone for lunch. And I've got loads of energy left for what lies ahead. I even walked in to work (40 minutes).

My new writing, a personal essay, is still in the running start stage. I am going to trust in the process of showing up at the page in the early mornings. What a perfect time of day. This morning, it wasn't even difficult to get up (aiming for 5:30 I seem to have hit it).

So I've figured it out: established writers get up before everyone else and go straight to their desks because ... it works.

Diagnostic Report of the Week

2007-01-20T10:34:00.000-05:00

I'm not one for reverse psychology or other sorts of psychological games, but I have to say that aiming for a 5 a.m. start-time has made 6 a.m. easier than tying my shoes. 6 a.m. feels positively reasonable. So that's something. I don't know whether aiming for 4 will have the same impact on 5. I'm not quite ready to try it. This week's wake-up goal: continue aiming for 5 but be satisfied with 5:30. Sounds like such a game.

I completed my easiest MFA assignment: read C.S. Lewis's essay, "A Grief Observed." It's supposed to help me think about how to include reflection in my non-fiction (a funny thing for a philosopher to need to work on, I know). The thing that I learned from this beautiful and human meditation on grief is that reflective writing can be concrete. It does not need to remain abstract. I've got to run through it one more time to isolate one or two ways that he achieves this. The main question behind one of these craft annotations is "how did the author do that?" Second question: "How can I do that in my own writing (if I want to, and in this case I do!)?"

This week involved its share of panic and pacing, but I think I can attribute that to three things (1) re-entry from a month of being away from my life as I know it; (2) looking at my life as I know it beside the list of things I need to do to stay on task for the MFA, and seeing that heroic measures are called for. This had the undesirable effect of hurling me into wheel-spinning mode for just about the entire week; (3) a mid-week, early morning, very lengthy interview by an enormous committee for a position that I really, really want. Logistically, large committees have lots of questions, even if each person asks only 2-3. So it felt like quite the grilling. Anyway, within 24 hours I received a phone call saying that they have recommended me for the position. What this means is that things will get more complicated on July 1, 2007. In a good way, I hope.

I don't think I need to use the past six days as a benchmark for anything that is to come. Things will settle.

Flowers and Socks...and a Rhinoceros

2007-01-17T18:29:00.000-05:00

When I was in South Africa, I learned that it has some of the most exotic and varied wild flowers in the world. We saw these growing in abundance on our mountain hike.

And of course, I don't travel without my knitting. I managed to complete these socks, here modelled by my mother, the lucky recipient, whom they fit perfectly (after I had to unravel the toe on one and try again), on her 70th birthday. Happy Birthday, Mum! Lookin' good!

Oh, and one more thing. Check out this rhinoceros.

It was really easy to get up at 5:30 for the early morning game drive!

Crash, Burn, Pick Yourself Up

2007-01-16T20:51:00.000-05:00

I had a bit of a crash and burn this morning. There is just so much to do! The prospect of what lay ahead of me when I opened my eyes this morning kept me in bed past the 5 a.m. start time. I didn't get up until 6, at which time I had just half an hour to make it to yoga (great class -- hard work).

Upon coming home, things started to unravel. The inner critic crept up on me when I wasn't looking and started first whispering, then shouting, all sorts of garbage in my head. I won't go into particulars because the critic doesn't even deserve to be given a public voice. Let's just say that it was a series of crushing and demoralizing verbal assaults and leave it at that. At breakfast (pancakes were absolutely required today), I cried.

Phase two: morning had not yet turned to afternoon, so there was still time to salvage the a.m. I did the morning pages. I strongly believe that if I had done them FIRST, I would have had a good chance of fending off the meltdown. But I have gotten in the Tuesday habit of waiting until after yoga and breakfast. NOTE: consider revisiting that routine. Somehow, from morning pages to morning e-mail to morning news checking, it was time to shower and go to a 12:30 meeting.

Phase three: The day-job. I had a plan: I would attend the meeting and then leave. Come home and do some MFA-related work. Forever the optimist despite the morning tirade from my unwelcome critic. It's not so easy to duck out of the workplace early once you show your face.

Phase four: Library books needed to be picked up, a friend needed to be met for tea.

Phase five: Very, very hungry. With my beloved out of town for the day, I decided that dinner in front of the TV (Golden Globes best and worst dressed report) was in order, even if not exactly "earned."

Phase Six: Important meeting tomorrow morning. Better make some quick notes. Two hours later, I am at...

Phase Seven: Blog.

It will be quite some time before a blog entry is complete without a photo or two from South Africa. Here's the view from the highest of the Twelve Apostles (a hike to end all hikes), looking towards Cape Town. The pointy peak in the distance is Lion's Head.

The Lagoon at Langebaan from West Coast National Park, about 90 minutes drive out of Cape Town:

Mountains and sea, mountains and sea. I'll look for some variety over the next few posts.

Phase Eight: Bed time.

Day One: Done

2007-01-15T21:00:00.000-05:00

Okay, Day One of the new schedule is behind me. I was up, writing, at 5 a.m. as planned. It feels good to write at that time (and did the meditation, morning pages, and yoga), but it does make for a long day. My eyes started to feel heavy at about 3:30 and there was no way I could stay at work and be productive. When I got to my car I had to scrape a thick layer of ice (don't you just love freezing rain) off of my windows for the second time today. That unwelcome exertion really took it out of me. By the time I got home, the rain had turned to snow. A small snack was followed by an afternoon nap. That was the boost I needed. Gave me enough energy to spend some time logging tape for the radio production (I need to have a written account of what, roughly, is in each track of the 500 minutes of tape I now have). I am ready to call it a night, and it's only 9 p.m. At one point, around noon, I started to convince myself that maybe, just maybe, I have been mistaken about how much sleep I need. Not so.

Tomorrow: writing at 5 a.m.; yoga class at 6:30, meditation and morning pages after breakfast.

I also want to find some time this week to post about South Africa. The picture up there is at the Heads in Knysna, a coastal town in the Western Cape on the Garden Route where we spent three days unwinding, just before Christmas. The Heads are where the open sea meets the Lagoon.

Get Ready, Get Set

2007-01-14T15:09:00.000-05:00

I'm back from my second MFA residency, ready to start the new semester. The residency was inspiring and overwhelming at the same time. It was great to connect with my cohort again in person, and to get excited about writing by being immersed in all-things-writing for 8 days. Back to the day job tomorrow. I'm experimenting with a new schedule, which involves getting up at 5 a.m. and writing from 5-6:30 before doing anything else (including the morning pages -- they will have to wait). At 6:30, I meditate, followed by morning pages (3 longhand pages, as always), followed by yoga and a shower. I expect to be at the breakfast table by 8:15 and out of the house by 8:45. That's for Mondays and Fridays, when I want to be at work half an hour before my 9:30 commitment. I have selected Tuesdays as a dedicated MFA day (writing and reading). Wednesdays and Thursdays I can be a bit more leisurely about getting out the house, allowing me to add an extra half hour to the early morning writing session.

I'm excited about trying something different, both in the schedule and in the writing (working on an essay for the first submission). Haven't yet figured out where knitting is going to fit into the picture -- 15 minute breaks, maybe?

Fellow MFA-ers, please feel free to share how you plan to balance the day-job with the writing/reading for each submission this semester. I'd love to hear your strategies.

Ready, set....GO!

It Was Amazing

2007-01-03T16:23:00.000-05:00

I'm back on Canadian soil and it feels good (but where's the snow?). South Africa was an experience to remember. We used Cape Town as our base. It's a beautiful coastal city set amidst mountains, most predominantly Table Mountain.

Right now, I am doing my best to prepare for the January MFA residency, which begins with a kick-off reception on Friday evening. I hate to admit that I am behind in the reading: far, far behind. So far behind that the highlights of the trip are going to have to wait. For now, I'll just leave you with a photo of a dung beetle making its little dung house in which the female will lay eggs. These are fascinating creatures.

And here's an elephant:
The safari at Sabi Sabi was quite an experience. We stayed at Little Bush Camp. If you ever have the opportunity, take it.

Not likely to be back to regular posting until after the residency.

Happy New Year everyone!

On Assignment, Research Trip, and Safari

2006-12-07T16:05:00.000-05:00

Tomorrow is departure day and except for actually putting things in the suitcase, I'm all set to go to South Africa. That means that the to-do list is almost done. The amazing personal revelation I've had these past couple of weeks, once again: deadlines are extremely motivating for me. But, as I have said before, I am not an adrenaline junkie. So why do I do this to myself? Something to contemplate on the 11 hour flight from Heathrow to Cape Town.

This is a multi-purpose trip.
1. Relationships are always a priority for me; life would be empty without them: It's an opportunity to see family members whom I haven't seen in years (January 1989 was my last trip back), to spend lots of time with my parents and my nephew, who live nearby but not near enough that I see much of them, and to introduce my spouse to my birthplace.

2. Creative work: I consider myself "on assignment" both for next semester's work for the MFA and for the radio documentary. There's lots of overlap between these projects since there is a "neither white nor black" race theme running through them (on account of my being born "Cape Coloured" in South Africa). I'll be collecting material for both, and have high-quality audio recording equipment with which to do so. I'm also bringing the laptop and intend to do some writing "on location."

3. Scholarly research: I am in the midst of setting up a collaborative research project with a feminist researcher in South Africa. We're getting together next week to brainstorm the shape of our project.

4. Going on safari: Never been to the parks before, so this part is also exciting beyond words. Next week, we'll be spending a few days in Sabi Sands Private Game Reserve. Kruger National Park is in the upper northeast corner of South Africa, and Sabi Sands is in the lower southwest corner of Kruger.

5. Road Trip: We're spending some days before Christmas on the Garden Route.

May everyone have a safe, happy, and restorative festive season. "See" you in the new year!

Sunday Scribblings #36 In the Last Hour

2006-12-02T15:53:00.000-05:00

Today's Sunday Scribblings, asking us to write about "the last hour," could be an invitation to get really philosophical or apocalyptic. Like, if you knew you had a just an hour to live, what would you do in "the last hour"? But it's also an opportunity to be quite literal and that is what I am choosing for today because in the last hour I finished grading term papers. Therefore, in the last hour, as anyone who has ever taught an essay-based course will attest, I have been set free.

Like Descartes looking to break out of his dogmatic slumber, I sat by the fire on this cold winter day with the last of the term papers of the academic year. Unlike Descartes, I was experimenting for the first time with on-line submissions. No paper. Just my trusty laptop, a reliable website to download students' papers from, and Word's wonderful "track changes" function. The experiment worked. So, in the last hour I have decided that the e-submission, e-return is the way to go. In the last hour I have also had a most luxurious cup of masala rooibos chai with soy milk, eaten two handfuls of giant cashews mixed with raisins, and fended off a late-afternoon nap (which I fully plan to take in the next hour).

In the last hour, I stayed fully focused in the moment, doing exactly what was in front of me and nothing else. Nothing else (other than sipping the tea). It was a good hour. But probably not what I would choose if I thought, even for a slim minute, that it was going to be my very last hour.

I'm So Pumped!

2006-11-30T21:36:00.000-05:00

I went to the CBC today to meet with the producer of the radio documentary that I am making for Outfront. Wow, wow, wow. First of all, the building itself is something else. I can't say it's beautiful but it's, well, it's the CBC, so we Canadians just love it as the embodiment of an institution. Look:

Then, they gave me a special pass so that I could go into the CBC, past the security guards and up the elevator. It was like being granted passage into some top secret agency. Then I spent the next two and half hours with an amazing producer who wanted to talk about nothing other than my creative project for the entire time! And he liked it and he encouraged it and he helped me make it better. And they're going to pay me for it. Pay. Me.

And I got some nifty recording equipment, loads of micro-disks (or whatever they're called), and a training session. So here's what is going to happen. I am leaving next week for the international portion of the tape-collection, working on scenes that I can only get in South Africa. When I get back, I listen the tape in real time and "log" it. That means I document track by track what is on the tape, what scenes etc. Once that's all done, it's time to come up with a narrative structure for my story, ending up in chapter titles that capture the dramatic arc of the piece. Then we get to start editing to shape the tape into my vision. When we have it roughly the way I want it, the producer takes over and does the final edit. It will be my piece. The final version requires my approval.

All I can say is, I am so very, very pumped.

Sunday Scribblings #35: Nemesis

2006-11-26T12:56:00.000-05:00

This week Sunday Scribblings prompts us to write about Nemesis. So here goes.

Envy. Remember Amadeus? Salieri was so keenly aware of Mozart's genius that he (Salieri) let it consume him. Why can't I be so gifted, obsessed Salieri. How can this vulgar brute produce music of such divine inspiration? As depicted in the film, Salieri's envy of Mozart took both of them down in the end (not sure how true to the facts that rendition is, but nevermind). The thing of it is, you can't envy someone without admiring their talents or whatever it is they have that you want for yourself. But you can admire someone without envying them. So where does the envy come from? It has to come from wanting what they have but somehow thinking that you are incapable of having it too and that without it, you are in some way inferior. So envy is pernicious, the downfall, ruin, undoing of Salieri because Salieri allowed his own gifts to be diminished in the face of Mozart's.

I experience this sometimes when I read gifted authors. Rather than just enjoying their work, I let their talent diminish my own, as if unless I can write like them, I have no right to write at all. That can really put the stopper on flow, and we all know how important flow is to creativity. There is a lot of creative space in the universe. Enough that it's not necessary to begrudge others their gifts and talents.

I don't want envy to be my nemesis, but I do fear it. I am not a visual artist, so I can't draw envy, but if I could, it would really, really ugly. And green, of course.

Flower Petal

2006-11-26T12:29:00.000-05:00

Well, the flower petal shawl is done, blocked and has even been worn once. I love it. The Italian plum pure peruvian alpaca was the perfect choice for it. The pattern was, as promised, a great first lace project. I made a few small mistakes, but as they say in the knitting world, a mistake helps to verify the authentic hand-made character of the piece.

I've also purchased kidsilk haze for the Rowan birch shawl project that Bug and I are going to embark on together in January. Much as I am drawn to reds and purples, I went for the new "hurricane" blue this time and splurged on an extra ball to do a practice swatch.

The verdict on lace knitting: I like it, I like it. December projects: socks-in-progress and a sweater that I started last year.

Auto-Pilot

2006-11-23T22:10:00.000-05:00

Two weeks until I get on the plane for South Africa and I am already on auto-pilot. There is just way too much happening all at once right now. I have made a decision, however, to set Saturday aside as a day that is dedicated to my creativity. In addition to taking time to revise my workshop pieces for the January residency, I am going block the lace shawl that I started back in October. Tonight I knit the last point on it and sewed in all of the ends that needed sewing in. Photos will be taken, I can assure you!

It's probably time to make a list, too. That can wait until Sunday.

In Praise of Outlines

2006-11-20T20:01:00.000-05:00

Outlines are the best. I just put the finishing touches on a course outline that I have been developing for a few weeks now. Actually, I've been thinking about the course for a lot longer than that -- at least a year. Completing the outline is like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I now know exactly what the students will be doing to earn their grades, how much each assignment/task is going to be worth, when it will be due, and what we will be reading at each class meeting as well as what the unifying theme for each meeting will be. So, I haven't even taught the class yet but now I have no worries about it. I just need to show up prepared every day. The hardest work has been done.

So that got me thinking about how I use outlines in other parts of my life, and especially my writing life. Like I said, I have been thinking about this course for a long, long time, but only once I got the outline on paper does it feel as if it has come together. When I was working on my philosophy manuscript (for seven *$#&%!! years), I slapped together quite a few outlines. But none of them felt authentic. I knew that I wasn't going to use them. One fine autumn day in 2005 (we're talking six and a half good years into this project), I was walking home from the university where I had spent a pleasant afternoon in the library. The air was fresh and the street was quiet but for the sound of my own breathing. Suddenly, the entire layout of the book presented itself to me from introduction to conclusion and everything in between. I picked up the pace. As soon as I sat down in front of the computer and wrote the outline, naming each chapter, dividing the book into sections, and putting the title at the top of page. I printed this off and posted it to the wall. In that few minutes, what had been a burden in prospect became ultra-clear. With the outline taped to the wall in front of me, I spent the next few months just filling it in. I knew exactly where I needed to go with it because I had a true sketch of the whole. Showing up at my desk became an exciting journey once I had a map, even though the map was just a schematic.

Lately, I've felt overwhelmed by the memoir. I know that this is, in part, because I have no outline. But nor am I ready to produce one. Outlines emerge when the time is right. But when they do, for me anyway, they take me far more than half way there. The stress lifts and I just need to show up at the page (or for class), ready to do what I said I was going to do. Before that, I need to keep throwing myself at the project from all directions and trust the my outline will appear. Maybe it's time for a walk.

Sunday Scribblings #34: Hero (Supererogatory Action)

2006-11-16T16:12:00.000-05:00

In moral philosophy we sometimes talk about a category of action called “the supererogatory.” Supererogatory actions are heroic. They are not required, it’s not the case that anyone has to do them; they go beyond the call of duty. But they are not forbidden either. They’re optional. But they're very good. Very, very good. Now, the thing about this particular moral category that we have to watch out for is that sometimes, because it is human nature to be lazy about doing what is required by morality, it is easy for us to slip into thinking that when we do what we’re supposed to do, we’re doing something especially laudable, supererogatory, heroic. But remember, supererogatory acts are more than what we're supposed to do. We can be morally good without being heros.

For example, imagine a household in which there is a father and a mother and two small children. Imagine, further, that both parents have day jobs. Stretch the imagination still a little further to picture that, usually, at the end of the day, the mother gets the meal on the table, cleans up the kitchen, and gets the kids ready for bed. Except on Fridays. On Fridays, the big treat is that Dad picks up pizza and a DVD on the way home from work and makes a salad and puts the dinner on the table and disposes of the box and puts the glasses in the dishwasher, gets the movie going, puts the popcorn in the microwave, and eventually gets the kids ready for bed and reads them a story. Sometimes, when Dads do this sort of thing, everyone jumps up and down with praise. Wow, isn’t Dad wonderful! He takes over every single Friday night! Hello! This is not heroic. In fact, this Dad is not doing his fair share of the domestic labour. And when Mum goes out to her book group for the evening once a month on Wednesdays, Dad is NOT, I repeat, he is NOT, babysitting. He’s a parent. Parents spend time with their children. He does not deserve a hero cookie. If anyone deserves one, it's the mother. She's doing more than she should. That’s just one example. It’s nice to encourage people, but let’s remember that doing what you’re supposed to do is not heroic, even if lots of others don’t do it.

For more writings about heros, heroines, heroism and the heroic, see this week's Sunday Scribblings.

Show, Don't Tell -- Oh Really?

2006-11-14T17:13:00.000-05:00

I made it through the phone call with the guy from the radio. It was great. He probed about the question driving my project -- what do I want to know? How will I be changed? He emphasized the importance of showing the story through scenes and developing a plot. "Above all," he said, "in radio documentaries we do everything we can to show, not tell." This is all starting to sound very familiar! He asked me exactly the same questions that my advisor has been asking me since July.

I can do this!

Nerves

2006-11-13T15:46:00.000-05:00

I finally heard from the producer of my radio piece and we have a phone call set up for tomorrow morning. I am so nervous! He wants to know what I think is "at stake" in the piece. It picks up on one of the themes -- racial identity -- around which I am organizing my memoir. But I don't really know what to say. He says that for the radio, it needs to be built around scenes. I can do that on paper, but I'm less experienced (that is, not the least bit experienced) with the radio. I am going to listen to a few sample shows tonight, and definitely tune in to the program this evening at 8:43 p.m. I feel as if, if the phone call goes badly, he will just pull the plug on the whole thing.

I also had a nervous-making e-mail message from the editor of a potential publisher of the book. I've sent him sample chapters, which he skimmed. He is a really careful reader with a great eye. Just skimming the three chapters he has come up with ideas for changes that would improve it. That means re-visiting the manuscript. At first the criticism made me feel bad. But then I decided that for one thing, it is constructive, and for another, it was quite generous of him to provide it given that he knows that I am not even sure whether I will be giving him a shot at the manuscript. So I printed his comments and will think about making some changes if I end up sending him the manuscript for review.

These two interactions really got my nerves and anxiety flowing. I think it's because these are people in the industry who get to decide what to accept and what to reject. That's a lot of power. A lot of power over me.

Once again, it reminds me that just doing it is not enough for me. I am glad that I am doing it, of course. It's better to produce than not to produce. BUT, let's face it: legitimate writers get published. I want to be legitimate.

Thank You!

2006-11-13T07:59:00.000-05:00

I am fortunate to have a gifted and generous friend, and a gifted and generous relative. Together, they have helped me to personalize the look of my blog in a way that I never could have done by myself. Thank you, both. I love it! TI

O "K," O "K"

2006-11-10T15:35:00.000-05:00

Bug tagged me with a meme on "K". "K" is a tough one. That's why you get 5 points for it in Scrabble. I'm still kind of new to this meme thing, and don't know how long I'll cooperate with it (does that make me a bad blogger citizen?).

10 wonderful things that start with "K":
Knitting
Kid silk haze
Kissing
Kaleidoscopes
Kites
Kant (Immanuel)
Kudos
Kindness (especially random acts of)
Kneading dough (very sensual)
Karma (the good kind)

5 bad things that start with "K"
Killing
Kicking
Kidnapping
Kryptonite
Karma (when it's bad, it's really bad)

Reflections on First Semester

2006-11-09T12:02:00.001-05:00

I sent my last submission of the first semester of my MFA out on the weekend. What a great experience it has been so far. The main assignments were two craft annotations per month and 15-20 pages of new writing per month (revising a previous submission for this last month). Here's what I can say about the impact of the past few months on my writing, in no particular order.
1. My writing has improved but I am much more aware of how much I have to learn.
2. I've developed a real respect for feedback and have learned to value and even enjoy constructive criticism of my work.
3. My awareness of the craft has sharpened, particularly when I read other writers.
4. I learned that I can write new pages on a regular basis and be effective in my "day job" at the same time.
5. It's been amazing to become a part of a small but supportive writing community (the Mutual Inspiration Society -- you know who you are!).
6. I love writing more than ever, even when it's tough going.
7. I've not yet found the heart of the memoir, but it is coming and I am trusting the process.
8. I'm starting to catch glimpses of ways to combine skills that I already have in the career I am already in with a new direction that is more supportive of my creative writing.
9. There is nothing glamourous about the writing life (at least not at this stage).
10. One of the finest pearls of wisdom that my advisor got into my head was "reveal significant moments in the story for maximum impact." I used to tell way too much up front. Now I am learning to craft scenes so that I pace the release of information more effectively. That makes re-writing especially fun.

I am really excited about the January residency!

Walking in the Night Spray

2006-11-07T21:31:00.000-05:00

It is an incredible November evening out there and we just got back from a beautiful walk. The leaves are all down and the air is cool, but not cold. It is raining, but not the kind of rain that needs an umbrella. Instead, it is a gentle spray that feels fresh against rosy cheeks. And the tiny drops on the evergreens in the yard glisten from the light of the street lamps, like sparkling, perishable diamonds.

When we got to the gate it was too soon to let go of the mist. So we stood outside. And stood a little longer. And said nothing. And said nothing in the silent night rain.

Sunday Scribbling #32 Morning

2006-11-05T11:16:00.000-05:00

This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is "morning."

I love the comfort of my bed, but morning is my favourite time of day so it's hard for me to stay in bed. I get up early so that I can make the morning last as long as possible. The quiet calm of morning is difficult to capture at any other time. I like to ease my mind and body into the day, and early rising makes that possible. Today, for example, the morning isn't even over and I've already meditated, written my three morning pages (a great morning habit that I first discovered when I read Julia Cameron's The Artist's Way), done yoga, had breakfast, winterized my motorcycle for storage, and bagged 15 bags of autumn leaves. I can still make a cup of tea and put the finishing touches on my fourth submission and send it off to my mentor before lunch. Time is so expansive in the morning, especially on Sunday. I highly recommend the morning to anyone who hasn't tried it yet!

When to Stop Revising?

2006-11-03T14:07:00.000-05:00

How do you know when to stop revising? I am revising a piece right now for my final MFA submission of the semester, and it just keeps on growing and growing and growing. I am adding scenes, but am not sure if they all work, or if they are making it worse. I've rearranged some of the action. My advisor has been consistent in urging me to think about how to present something for maximum impact. Still kind of groping around in the dark there. Since I can't figure out when to stop revising, I have decided to stop at noon tomorrow. Whatever I have by then, that's what the submission will be. It doesn't need to be perfect, just good enough. I expect to have to revisit this piece several times. I'm quite sure that a whole different perspective is going to come once I've been to South Africa. I also plan to submit at least some of it for the January workshops. I am so excited about the January residency!

I did send something to the CBC Literary Awards on Tuesday. Their word limit was 2500, so I just picked three scenes and arranged them in a new way, re-wrote them for "maximum impact" and sent them in. I'm less concerned about winning than I am about developing the habit of sending stuff out.

I did hear back from a second pubisher who wants to look at the philosophy manuscript, but I haven't heard back from the first yet. So now I don't know what to do since Editor Number Two wants "a clear shot" at it for three months. I take it that means no one else should have it at the same time. Rather than agonize, I am going to take it all as good news and deal with it after the weekend.

Now, back to revising.

Progress Report(s)

2006-10-31T20:01:00.000-05:00

1. The Writing Group: I am having a disappointing time of things trying to get this group going. I handed out flyers at that writing event last week, and the library is posting my notice in ten branches. I have yet to distribute copies to the local bookstores, but will do so after this week (this week is kind of spoken for, what with the Monday deadline). But only one person has responded. Now, she is very enthusiastic and seems like a good fit, but we need a critical mass of people if it's going to work. One of the comments I've heard is that people can't commit to twice a month (even the one who is interested said this). But all of the input I've had from those in writing groups seems to suggest that twice a month is the way to go. What would be even better would be to find an existing group.

2. Philosophy book manuscript: Publisher still has it and expects the reviews to come in sometime in November on the assumption that they are going to be late. Just following up made me nervous. I can enjoy the sense of accomplishment as long as the manuscript remains out of my hands.

3. Fourth Submission: Annotations are done. The revision is going slowly but I like what I've done with it so far. The main comment was that I needed to add scenes ("show, don't tell" of course). So I've added some scenes. And based on Bug's formula for how to spend your time, I've spent a lot of time re-reading the original draft, making notes in the margins, and planning what is going to be expanded into a scene. I had planned to submit something to the CBC Literary Awards but the deadline is tomorrow. It's the first year of replacing the travel writing competition with creative non-fiction, including memoir. We'll see how things are by the end of the day tomorrow. I've got a few meetings tomorrow with some time between for writing.

4. Ideas to pursue. I have had a number of ideas since that seminar I was at last week and the experience with Linda Hirshman's fee. First, I am going to look for markets where I am already an expert and so have some credibility. Today I received a nice looking magazine called Academic Matters, which is a "trade" magazine for Canadian academics writing about issues of general interest to other academics (e.g. academic freedom, which is this month's theme). It's got a circulation of 14,000 readers and it pays. So I've started keeping a file of potential markets (this is probably an obvious thing that most freelancers do, but I feel inspired by the fact that I've started one!). Second, I have been invited to speak at a "Feminism is for Everyone" themed Awareness Day. For free. But the exposure is a good thing. Third, at the publishing panel at the summer MFA residency there was an agent from an agency that specializes in non-fiction and likes to work with academics who are trying to write more accessible books. I am going to work on a package to send them indicating a couple of ideas that I have for more popular versions of some of what I work on in my research. Fourth, the people at last week's seminar mentioned using your research to produce more than one thing (again, seems obvious). So I have decided that I am going to write an essay based on what I come up with for the radio documentary. And I am going to submit it to a market that pays, even if they don't pay a lot. Fifth, I didn't know that Bug taught a course on freelance writing. I am going to pick her brain when I see her in January! Same goes for FC, who not only teaches writing but freelances for a living (or at least for a good part of her living).

Sunday Scribblings #31 Bedtime Stories

2006-10-29T13:54:00.000-05:00

When I was growing up, bedtime meant story time, and I am so grateful to this early exposure to books and stories. The hands down favourite in our household was Caroline and Her Friends, a collection of several illustrated Caroline stories by Pierre Probst. It was filled with captivating stories of Caroline and her animal friends. When they were in Germany, they wore liederhosen. In the Alps, the blew alpenhorns. It was a large book (14 x 10 inches) of sturdy paper and colourful, detailed illustrations so vivid and alive that I wanted to jump right into its pages.

The well-worn book survives in a delicate, tattered state, stored in the basement of my parents' home. Its blue cloth binding is coming away from the spine. Some pages are torn or missing. It is out of print. Used copies of this now rare collection, published in the UK, show up on ebay from time to rare time, fetching auction prices up to $1000. Its American counterpart, The Golden Treasuring of Caroline and Her Friends, also appear irregularly on ebay, with the highest bid ranging between $300 and $1000, depending on the book's condition. The stories were orginally published published in France, in French, in the 1950s. A French collected edition was released as recently as 1997, under the title Les Amis de Caroline.

I recommend that anyone who wants their children to fall in love with books get their hands on anything in the original Caroline series, whether in French or in English. Most book sellers sell individual stories for modest prices, but they do not compare to the anthologies. If you can find a collection, snap it up immediately. They will introduce you and your children to the magical journeys of Caroline and her friends, and are sure to recruit them as readers.

For more scribbles about bedtime stories, check out this week's Sunday Scribblings.