Monthly Archives: April 2012

If I Gave a Reading in the Forest, and No Tree Fell, Would Anyone Buy a Copy of My Book?*

While in grad school, some seventeen years ago, I taught my first class and gave my first public reading.  Both were nerve-wracking—I practiced for days, reading aloud  from pages marked up with little arrows and accent marks.  You know, slow down, look up, even take a sip.  I’ve always been one for preparation. When the time came, though, once I’d quelled the butterflies and got through it live, I discovered my inner exhibitionist.  After years of being the shy girl, the quiet bookworm, guess what? I loved to talk to a room of people, loved to hear myself read my … Continue reading

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A Post On Any Other Day…

*There will be no post next Friday, April 20.  The next post will appear 4/27/12.  (Coincidence.  Really.) Today, for the first time since starting this blog almost a year ago, I’m posting on Saturday.  Not just that, but Saturday afternoon. What’s happened? Has all my discipline gone out the window? Let’s back up. I started this blog almost a year ago, during Meghan Ward’s class on social media, offered through the S.F. Writers’ Grotto.  I wrote my first blog for a Friday, and ever since, I’ve kept to that schedule, channeling Meghan’s advice about a regular schedule yielding continuity of … Continue reading

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Statement of Planned Work (one page only, please)

Some years ago, I applied to Ragdale, an artists’ and writers’ residency outside Chicago.  I was accepted.  In many ways, the timing was perfect.  I had 300 pages of a novel to fix, I wasn’t sure yet how, but the generous folks at Ragdale were giving me four weeks of food and space to figure that out.  It was January, and I’d get to wear the cozy parka and cozy boots I never needed in San Francisco while on long walks in fluffy snow (no ice or blackened slush in my fantasies).  I had my own studio facing acres of … Continue reading

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