Tagged: literary life

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Happy 2019! Or, a year for practice and process

I love New Year’s Day. It’s not the drinking (although don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good drink), or counting down to midnight, or setting off firecrackers and noise makers. No, I love New Year’s Day because it’s a fresh start. Ultimately, it’s a completely arbitrary fresh start. It’s a psychological trick that we...

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My old “friend” imposter syndrome

Do you ever feel like a fraud? Like you’re faking it and you just know someone is going to find out? I do. All the time. At least once a day, usually more often, I think things like: Am I really a writer? Am I a real creative writing teacher? Is my writing any good,...

Why don’t you get a real/better/higher-paying job?

Why don’t you get a real/better/higher-paying job?

Coming out of a writing retreat or conference is always difficult. The transition from being surrounded by writers who understand the struggle (of writing, of creating a life conducive to writing, of getting published) to people who don’t feels like an extreme version of jet lag. (It’s the same when I come home from a...

Adventures in writing conferences: AWP 2018

Adventures in writing conferences: AWP 2018

Last week I went to Tampa for the 2018 AWP Conference. For those of you who aren’t familiar with AWP, it’s the Association of Writers and Writing Programs, and each year they hold a huge conference in a different city (next year is Portland!). It’s an exhausting three days full of craft talks, discussion panels,...

Dream writing

Dream writing

Often at night my mind races. Half awake, half asleep, I write entire essays and stories in my head, revise them, erase them. I never get up to put these pieces down, and by the morning I’ve usually forgotten what they were about, or that I wrote them at all. This isn’t a loss. I...