Seeing Your Own City Through New Eyes

When you help someone find a place to live in their new city – which happens to be the city you’ve lived in for over a decade – it helps you see your own city through someone else’s eyes. This week, my sister-in-law Loree has been touring neighborhoods in search of a home – at least, a temporary rental home – and it’s been fascinating to take her to my own favorite secret parks, show the best shops and grocery stores, the prettiest views, the most rewarding hiking spots. Of course, on top of the opportunity to rediscover the neighborhoods we fell in love with years ago, we are also really excited about having Loree and my little brother back from Thailand, and that they’ll be living close enough to actually visit! Without a plane flight! PS My fave neighborhood picks for living near Seattle include: Wallingford, Madison Park, Kirkland, Woodinville, Bainbridge Island, Redmond (obviously) and I also love Snoqualmie Ridge, though it is perhaps not a practical place to live. We’ve lived in a lot of these neighborhoods, though not all. Yet.

(Below: a view from Queen Anne, and a backdrop worthy of Twin Peaks credit: Snoqualmie Falls.)

And it helped me remember why we chose to live in this particular city – in this particular neighborhood. Because we love being close to a large forest, densely populated with trees – but we also didn’t want to deal with 45 minute traffic every day. Because we loved its walkability, the nice neighbors, the little baby bunnies that hop through the park at sunset when no one else is looking. When the sun shines, there are some fantastic views here – mountains, sunsets over water, forests that filter the light, gentle hills with wineries. I guess it is pretty spectacular, even if we all start feeling a little grumpy around February, when it’s cold and damp and no one can prove the mountains are even there, they’ve been behind clouds for so long. This is why Pacific Northwest folks, by the way, might be missing from their usual social media hangouts – when the sun shines, there are too many beautiful places to be, that we need to store in our memory for the long winter.

Speaking of seeing your neighborhood through new eyes, I encourage East siders – and anyone who wants to be more familiar with the arts and culture “scene” in Redmond, Washington – to come out to VALA’s launch event for “Voices in the Corridor.” There will be art by multiple talented artists representing what they “see” in Redmond – and poetry on the same topic by myself and Kelly Davio. I’ll be doing a little reading. There will probably be wine. What more can you want on a Friday afternoon? (This Friday,June 27, 5:30 PM, VALA in the Redmond Town Center, next to Z Gallery.)

Through the Autoimmune Looking Glass, Lavender Cures All, Reading The Signature of All Things and Boy Snow Bird

I spent at least five hours of the last week in doctor’s offices. Sometimes this is because of “specialist bounce:” one specialist gets an idea that your symptoms exist because of another system’s (outside that specialist’s purview) errors, and sends you away to be someone else’s problem. It happens a lot. But this week, both meetings were on my autoimmune issues, with a rheumatologist and immunologist. We talked options and genetic testing and, yes, finally, a treatment path. I’ll be starting a kind of monthly shot that targets your immune system called Xolair (it’s sort of new in treating things like food allergies and autoimmune urticaria; it was developed for children’s asthma, but apparently is doing gangbusters in adults with various autoimmune problems involving IgE…) in August and see if it gets rid of at least some of the symptoms; after that, we’ll talk some of the other autoimmune generalist drugs, like Plaquenil (not a heavy hitter, but not high risk) or Cyclosporine (higher risk, but higher benefit.) I can’t help thinking, what if, what if, what if: what if this shot fixes so many of my problems that I can eat at a restaurant without fear of anaphylaxis just touching something with wheat; what if I can travel more widely; what if my life becomes, gasp, almost normal again? (Both doctors did warn me that the shot would only eliminate some of my problems; the neuro and joint problems will probably remain unchanged. So I have to come down off my optimistic cloud a bit…)

Going and sitting in doctor’s offices for five hours a week and talking about how many things are wrong with you might generally get you down. (The rheumatologist asked: how do you stay so cheerful through all of this? And my standard answer to this is: what are my other options?) So I took some efforts to counteract this with outdoor activity, doing things I love. This week, I visited some local East side lovely areas: The Woodinville Lavender Farm, Marymoor Park:

We saw our first yellow swallowtail of the season, and bought some sachets for the laundry. It’s hard to think sad thoughts in the middle of warm sunshine and a field of lavender. It explains why Provence real estate costs so much! I walked around the lake at the Chateau Ste Michelle winery and counted the ducklings and watched the swallows. I watched for new baby rabbits at my local park.

I’ve also had lots of time for reading. I highly recommend Elizabeth Gilbert’s (yes, the Eat Pray Love girl) The Signature of All Things. The sweeping narrative, told in a standard Victorian-era omniscient narrator voice, covers over a hundred years, and a lot of history of 1700-1800’s botany, which I found fascinating – especially medical botany, which I loved studying in college. I also started Boy Snow Bird, a retake on the Snow White story set in a 1950’s story of class and race, which started off so unappealingly I almost put it down. But I hung in there. The texture of the writing is strange, as if the writer can’t decide which diction her characters should have, and the sentence structures leap from plain to complex. But I’m continuing because fragments of the story are lovely and striking, including a story of a magician who encounters a beautiful woman whose heart is a snake.

I got some work done; I’m almost finished with the author’s note I’m including at the beginning of “The Robot Scientist’s Daughter,” and I researched and wrote down some of my bibliography, which included a lot of tricky government sites that tend to move around a lot. I’ve started my review of Matthea Harvey’s upcoming book, If the Tabloids are True What Are You?

Today my little brother’s wife is coming to stay with us for a week to do some apartment-hunting – in three weeks they are moving out here to stay! My little brother is still in Thailand for the moment, but not for much longer, which makes me happy. It’s hard to stay close to someone on another continent! I think he and his wife will love it here – there’s Shaolin, and yoga, and lots of computer jobs. They may fit in here better than Glenn and I do! So good things on the horizon…

The Importance of Your Writing Community – More Lessons from the Hunger Games, Catching Fire

It was just last night while reading some of the final letters of Flannery O’Connor (so sad to think about, that we see the end is coming and she keeps saying “I’m in no hurry to publish, I’ve got plenty of time…” and contemplating the Hunger Games (specifically, Catching Fire) that I was thinking about the importance of writing community to, yes, our survival in a (sometimes) cold and barren landscape of writing. (My first post, in case you are interested, on writing and lessons from The Hunger Games can be found here.)

Katniss’s support system – including her fellow players, her stylist, and her love interests – all play a key part in helping Katniss become a hero and surviving a set of games designed specifically to destroy her. Cinna’s magic wedding-dress-becoming-a-mockingjay represents a fantastic PR move that Katniss probably would never have thought of on her own, making her a rebel icon. Everyone in the Catching Fire games was trying to help Katniss, though often she didn’t recognize or appreciate the help she was getting, and didn’t actually like or trust at least half of the people helping her. Katniss becoming a hero to the masses was actually orchestrated by a group of people she didn’t even know behind the scenes. Isn’t that the way it is with writing success as well? If we’re going to succeed as writers, we need help from beyond our own small minds and reach – friends who watch out for us, critics who champion us, publishers who back our work – a network that will catch us when we fall, when we fail, when we flame out. Like it or not, though writing may seem like the quintessential loner’s quest, it is actually quite often an activity that requires building and hanging onto a community in order to succeed.

Flannery O’Connor’s gigantic amount of correspondence with other writers represented her 1. isolation in a small town in Georgia where she remained often due to her lupus 2. her desire to reach out and communicate with the writing world despite that isolation. Her shares her good news and her struggles, her grumpy reactions to her reviews, her uncertainty about aspects of her work. She argues with people, encourages them, and keeps strenuously in touch with writers living thousands of miles away. She reviews and recommends books, offers congratulations, sends gifts. In this web of correspondence, we see her efforts to stay connected.

The writer’s life involves a lot of plain old rejection, being turned down for jobs and grants in ways that seem intensely personally hurtful, and those rare moments of celebrating good news – which are always less fun celebrating alone, or with people who don’t understand why an acceptance from one magazine is more exciting than an acceptance from another. It is important for us to reach out to other writers in our community – whether it’s meeting for coffee, favoriting a tweet, or reviewing a book of a writer we’ve never met but admire the work of. It’s important for us, like Katniss, to get over ourselves and maybe our personal prejudices and see that we are all in this together, that survival is only certain if we accept the help from those around us.

So go ahead – plan a meeting, a party, a get-together. Make a phone call, send an e-mail. Let others know how you are doing, or what you might need. Let them know you’ll support them too. Someday soon, you never know, you might need to be helicoptered to safety, and the people willing to do it might be around you right now, waiting for the signal.

Polishing up the CV and looking to the future

So, I realized I hadn’t updated my CV in a little while, and I’ve now officially quit working for National as a poetry instructor, so I’m looking to new vistas and possiblities! Looking into teaching positions at low-residency MFA programs, querying agents about memoirs – I’m entering new territory! Nerve-wracking, but good! And it helps me shake off the cobwebs, take a look at what I’ve been doing and what I want to be doing, and how to close the gap.

Updating the CV always makes me remember that even when it doesn’t feel like I’ve been very productive, there have actually been a lot of activities: readings, publications, reviews, etc. Which is reassuring. You always celebrate a little when you remember: oh, right, I did publish in that awesome journal I’d totally forgotten about. I did do x thing I’m really proud of. Good to keep records.

I’m also considering re-opening my poetry manuscript editing services just for the summer, even though the web site says I’m not taking any new clients right now. So if you have something and you’ve been wanting me to read it, now is the time to let me know! I actually have energy and enthusiasm right now, so jump! (Email me at jeannine.gailey at live dot com if you’re interested.)

Saw the movie Maleficent, which I loved. I thought the script was creative – I didn’t neccessarily see everything coming, the special effects were beautiful, and Angelina Jolie was wonderful in it – a lot of “eye-acting.” Movie studios, take note: when you have 1. a female lead, and 2. the story is about a heroine (or villainess)’s journey, instead of just about the heroine finding true love or whatever – guess what, you make more money! So I hope this leads to more woman-centric stories in Hollywood. We do like to see movies, after all, we just don’t neccessarily want to see the same movies 14-year-old boys want to see. That’s the second movie I’ve seen in the theatres (though both were matinees) in the last month! Crazy! I notice that movies are very good at transporting me away from current stress and help me relax enought to see the big picture.

Then I came home, read a few pages of a book I’ll be reviewing soon (Matthea Harvey’s If the Tabloids are True What Are You?) and wrote two new poems, one of which I liked a lot. So relaxing = more creativity? My mother-in-law looks to be recovering as well as can be hoped and my little brother is hopefully going to be in Seattle soon, both of which are good developments (though the anxiety dreams continue…)

Beautiful Weather, Anti-‘s last issue, The Rumpus Review, Summertime

My ankle was better enough to be able to hobble around well enough yesterday to get out and enjoy the perfectly beautiful summer weather – it does seem summer has arrived early here (it doesn’t usually happen til after July 4) – 72 degrees, a bright breeze, lots of wildlife scampering around. A perfect day to be on the water. Too bad we do not live on the water, but there’s lots of it in driving distance.

That’s Lake Washington in the background, and there’s that sneaky eagle again. Too bad we did not get pictures of our local osprey. a long-tailed chipmunk climbing a tree with a flicker and a flicker’s nest in it, and various small rabbits and ducks. Anyway, it’s hard to feel too anxious or upset with such a summertime wildlife/weather thing going on right outside your door.

In other news, Anti- magazine’s last issue went up today, along with my poem “Dorothy: If I Stayed in Kansas, I Knew my Future:”

http://anti-poetry.com/anti/gaileyje/

It’s a wonderful issue, so a big thank you to Steve Schroeder for putting it together, and all his hard work at his quirky, enjoyable online journal.

And the link has gone up to my review of Rachel Zucker’s The Pedestrians over at The Rumpus, too. So that’s live.

A big thank you to all of you who have been sending good thoughts and prayers to my mother-in-law – her latest blood work shows a lot of improvement, more than we could have hoped for, which is very cheering, and it seems my little brother in Thailand may be moving back to the States, somewhere close to here, hopefully, in the near future, so that’s two things worth celebrating! And less things giving me ulcers and nightmares! (Another end-of-the-world Buffy nightmare last night! Oh, you guys don’t get those?)

I’m pretty sure I should be outside again today as much as possible, with the birds chirping and sun shining and all. All deep thoughts will be put on hold til after I’ve spent at least sometime out in nature. (Besides playing in the dirt being good for us – a bacteria in dirt increases seratonin levels in humans – I read yesterday that, true to Nausicaa and her forest-love, that trees and plants put out a chemical that literally makes us happy, which makes the Japanese idea of Shinrin Yoku (forest bathing) seem like a lot of sense. Being in nature truly does literally trigger chemical responses that makes us happier. So wishing you all a happier, nature-filled weekend…