--SOMETIMES I SINGE MYSELF. SOMETIMES IT’S ON ACCIDENT AND OTHER TIMES IT’S
ON PURPOSE
…So I’m back from AWP. It was an absolute blast, getting to hang out
with dear friends I only see once a year, and meeting others.
I did two readings where I think I did
okay and one where I just couldn’t go on beyond the first paragraph and thus abruptly
stopped. Not real cool to do, especially
in a very cramped hotel room with 50 other writers I admire, but if I’d kept on
it would have been a mess. Sometimes I just
shouldn’t read or even attempt to.
There were some 14,000 writers at the
conference. Often it was quite overwhelming,
if not also intimidating. My friend,
Karen, said it’s an attack on the senses, which is a good way of putting
it. So many things ran through my head:
do I belong; look at all these other writers who are so much better than me;
how assertive should I be?; is that
person saying they really like my work just being nice?; am I being paranoid?; I’m
probably being paranoid and insecure; did I really push myself enough to get as
much out of this experience as possible?
And on and on… But so, yeah, my
insecurities roiled quite a few times.
It was fun to have AWP here in Seattle
(next year it’s Minneapolis and last year it was Boston). Having nice weather helped show off the
city. So many people fell in love with
Seattle, saying they wanted to move here, even people from places like San
Diego. I wonder, though, how they’d hold
up with all the long bouts of steady rain.
So my mind is still swirling and clogged
with events of the past four days and I’ll be back to normal shortly, or
hopefully so.
Here are some people I met for the first
time, though I know I’m forgetting some, and if you’re one of those reading
this, I’m sorry: Bud Smith, Meg Pokrass, Joani Reese, Aaron Dietz, Mike Joyce, Michael
Seidlinger, Kelli Russell Agodon, Jen Knox, Indigo Moor, Jamie Iredell, Adam Robinson,
Sam Snoek-Brown, Dorothy Tunnell, Janey Smith, Kyle Minor, Mia Arvamut, Larissa
Schmailo, Peter Tieryas, Dena Rash Guzman, Art Edwards, Emily Stern, Shainel
Beers.
…These are a few things I like for the
start of the week:
"Writers are very often miserable people: some thrive on unhappiness,
others don’t. But few are immune from feelings of deep and avid
dissatisfaction. We write because we are constantly discontented with almost
everything, and need to use words to rearrange it, all of it, and set the record
straight." Avi Steinberg
“And in the end, we became our stories.” Margret Atwood
"Pa,
he always said a man had to look spry for himself, because nobody else would do
it for him; your opportunities didn't come knocking around, you had to hunt
them up and hog-tie them." Louis L'Amour
“There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life
itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened
to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone
could tell me.”
―Raymond Carver, "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love"
―Raymond Carver, "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love"
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