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Why Fall is the new Spring

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This is what Autumn looks like:

First, an idea or two floats in and settles. Disturbs the brain still warm from the sluggish chugging of summer, still trying to process everything gathered over the past few months.  Then, a few more ideas appear, settling like leaves on the forest floor. The landscape, so far heavy and laden with ambition starts clearing.  A crispness enters the air.  More ideas. The movements, too, become brisk. The light feels brighter. And more and more ideas fall, float, find their way in.  Suddenly, one day, the view has changed outside the window and there is nothing but sunlight glinting off the gold. Nothing but inspiration, waiting for me to put on my boots and go walking, feeling the crunch underneath my feet.

Didja miss me? Didja? Didja?

And, I’m sort of back.

Well, this is one of those definitional things.  Back could really mean more like Hey, I logged in again.  Or back could mean Hey, I’m brimming with ideas and ready to go. 

Meanwhile, check out what my friends over at Potomac Review have been up to this summer. Includes a juicy little look at Julie Wakeman-Linn’s interview from The Review Review. Julie, by the way, would be the person who brought me into the fold and I’m still sorting through slush piles nine years later!

More later.

 

Gone Fishin’

It’s summer.  Yes, I state the obvious, although hopefully not in my writing which I am off doing.  I will be back in September.  Hopefully full of fresh ideas and experiences.

Until then, it is the East Coast, Tin House, Mexico, words, and me.

 

See yawl soon!

 

Happy New Year. (Literarily, that is)

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June 1st.
This is my own personal fresh start, the day of the year where, away from the traditional optimism of Dec 31st, I feel the need to refresh, refocus, and take stock of my writing situation.

For the last few years I have found myself, around this time, taking stock of the year before, and planning for the summer and the year ahead.  Coincidentally, this is also when the writing conferences and my yearly summer pilgrimage to the US are looming, a good time to break from the routine of the day and to step into the writing life fully, at least for a few months. It helps– both the idea that this is a refresh aligned with my own natural writing rhythm which seems to wane every spring, and the promise of a summer where most journals are closed to submissions which means no frantic watching of the deadlines as they fly by and none of my stories feel ready to be sent out.

This year, I look  ahead to Kenyon and Tin house conferences, the Squire residency, and most importantly, the writer friends I cannot wait to meet.  The workload is planned. The enthusiasm built. The countdown is on.