A New Poem in MAR, A Rough Week, More Pumpkin Farms, and How to Cheer Yourself Up
- At September 30, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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A Rough Week and More Pumpkin Farms
It’s been a rough week for me, not going to lie. Drove across town in different directions on different days (three-hour round trips) to meet with endodontists who, surprise, said on the phone they could work with me on my root canal, but after charging me a $250 exam fee, decided they couldn’t. (Also had a day with three different doctor appointments, which always is hard on me.) The physical and emotional drain of doctor appointments for chronically ill people is real.
The winners were announced for the WA state book awards (congrats to all the winners, esp. friends Rena Priest and Jane Wong!) I hate to admit this, because yes, I am very grateful to have been nominated, but Flare, Corona (a finalist for the WA state book award) failing to win hit me a bit harder than I thought it would. I tried not to get my hopes up, telling myself I was lucky just to be nominated, but there it is—my emotions said otherwise. My MS symptoms were also acting up as I was running a small fever all week with a cold, so I had to reschedule my covid antibody infusion (which might have been too much this week anyway, with all the tooth stuff). Unexpected expenses, wasting time on not-useful appointments, and just feeling like “why do I even write poetry?”—all capped by a terrible hurricane that hit areas where I had family harder than we expected (luckily, they are all fine, but a lot of people aren’t) and more war in the news. Let’s not even talk about how close this election is. I am not usually a depressed person, but I certainly struggled with getting anything done this week, or even feeling like it was worthwhile getting anything done.
Cheering Yourself Up in Hard Times
I tried to do some things to cheer myself up, including getting out in nature and visiting a newly opened local pumpkin farm, McMurtrey’s, which also had beautiful u-pick flowers like dahlias, zinnias, and sunflowers. I tried to write but had more success reading—especially interesting articles in, of all places, the New Yorker—an article on Ina Garten’s success (for instance, she gave her first cookbook’s publisher $85,000 for half the print run, and then spent $200K more on PR and photography) now she makes millions on her cookbook contracts. So that’s how to be a successful book writer, LOL! $285K!) plus an article on AI and antibiotics which was fascinating. And I got my contributor’s copy of Mid-American Review, in which I had a new poem. And I had a lovely book club meeting discussing Yoko Ogawa’s Mina’s Matchbox, which was great. We’re reading St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves for October, spooky season. I ate kettle corn from two different pumpkin farms. And I have a writing retreat to look forward to. So, maybe this stuff didn’t fix everything, but it did help.
- Pumpkins at McMurtrey’s
- Zinnias at the u-pic garden
- Glenn and I at McMurtrey’s
New Poem in MAR, “Crows Splinter the Rain”
In other news, I was very excited to have a very spooky-season appropriate poem, “Crows Splinter the Rain,” in the new issue of Mid-American Review. (My issue came a little late as the first issue was lost at an old address, but better late than never.) It is a great issue, order yourselves a copy, and here’s a sneak peek at my poem:
Wishing Everyone Out There a Happy, Safe Turn to October
I am hoping everyone affected by hurricane Helene is safe and recovering. I know many mountain communities in Appalachia have been absolutely devastated. I lived and traveled throughout those areas for many years, and never had a hurricane affect us, so this is definitely a shock for those of us who used to live there and those that live there now.
As the days grow shorter and colder as we turn to October, I wish you all a good book, good friends, and as much hope as you can hang on to. And those of you who are already voting? Please keep in mind exactly what’s at stake.
The Fall Equinox, Hanging Out with Artist Friends, Pumpkin Farms and Sunflower Walks, Zoom Classes and Prizes and more
- At September 23, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Happy Fall Equinox
We’ve had a beautiful weekend with days that start with mist and end in sunshine, although it was cloudy and rainy for days before—the Harvest Supermoon barely visible behind clouds. We stopped by a farmer’s stand to pick up apples and squash and even more corn (!) and enjoyed visiting the newly opened JB Grower’s Pumpkin Farm and Corn and Sunflower Maze, where we snapped this picture as a hot air balloon landed near the corn maze while Mt Rainier is out. I also got to visit with my visual artist friend Michaela, who created the art on the cover of my first two books. It was great to catch up!
They say the things you’re supposed to do to celebrate the fall equinox include getting into nature, celebrating the harvest, lighting a candle, cleaning and practicing gratitude. I’m grateful for seeing so many friends in the last few weeks, and though I’m still trying to find an endodontist who will do a root canal without Novocain, I’m grateful for the flowers and sunshine and local beauty of fall. I am also waiting for the results of the Washington State Book Awards, which will be announced tomorrow. And I’m grateful that Flare, Corona is in such good company with the other finalists (like Rena Priest and Gabrielle Bates). I’m also grateful (but still a little nervous) about possibly getting the new covid monoclonal antibody (maybe I should wait ’til after dental work?) And I’ve got a writing residency and an ADA bathroom remodel coming up soon! Busy times!
- Harvest Moon with clouds
- Glenn and I in sunnflowers
- Multi-color pumpkins at JB Pumpkin Farm
Hanging Out with Artist Friends
I was also happy to get together with my visual artist friend Michaela Eaves, a wonderful artist who did the art for my first two books, Becoming the Villainess and Unexplained Fevers. We hadn’t gotten to catch up in person for a while, so it was good—Glenn made apple and cheese scones and coffee and ginger tea, we visited the pumpkin farm (she especially liked the cute-dog watching at the farm!) and generally got to hear what was going on with each other’s lives. We talked about everything from books to the election to the difference between acrylic and oil paintings (I still have a hard time discerning which is which). I have wonderful friends, but some of them live a good distance away, so I am always grateful when they make the trek out to Woodinville.
Classes, Prizes and More
I also recorded a talk for Writer’s Digest this past week but have been having issues with Zoom with my new-ish HP laptop. Anyone have any recommendations for computers that have no issues with Zoom? Kelli and I are doing a Spooky Season Zoom class next month on the natural and supernatural worlds (see previous post to register!). I may start to do more Zoom classes in the future and want to make sure these crashes aren’t an issue. I’m also going to create a dedicated space to do Zoom classes in the house (I’ve been doing them in the bedroom, which isn’t the best room in the house for this). Isn’t it strange how the pandemic altered the way we interact with people but maybe made it easier for people like me (who can’t travel often due to health issues) a way to teach and visit and interact with people around the world. I’m grateful for the technology (even with the computer snafus).
And on pins and needles waiting to hear tomorrow about the Washington State Book Award for Poetry. It’s hard waiting for news! But I’ll distract myself by driving out to Edmonds for a meeting with a potential endodontist. Hopefully by the end of the week we’ll have a root canal (or similar) scheduled for that broken tooth. I’m also picking out a book for “spooky season” for the Bookwalter’s Winery Book Club, torn between Haruki Murakami’s After Dark, Yoko Ogawa’s Revenge, and a few others. Last year we did the fantastic funny ghost story collection, Where the Wild Ladies are from Aoko Matsuda, and is it hard to live up to that book. (Commenters are welcome to recommend more spooky stories!) It’s times like these I wish my friend Felicity Shoulders (who writes a great spooky short story) had a collection I could give out to book club members. Sometimes to your writer friends you want to say “hurry up and publish! I want your book! but I’m not a big fancy publisher so I can’t just go around granting lucrative book contracts, wish though I might.
Wishing you all a pumpkin and cider-filled first week of fall!
Fall is Here, Sign Up for a Spooky Season Zoom Class with me and Kelli Russell Agodon, Zoo Visits and More
- At September 16, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Fall is Here!
No matter that we’re a few days early for the official start of fall, the cold temperatures and rain don’t lie—and neither do the farm stands, with squash and apples showing up along with the last peaches and corn. I love fall, although this one is pretty busy—I’ve been tied up with dental stuff for two weeks now, first a dentist broke my tooth at a cleaning, then back to patch it, then to an endodontist who said I needed a root canal but he refuses to do it because I can’t take Novocain (allergy)—I mean, exhausting—and that’s outside of all the specialists and scans and infusions on the calendar. I have to make sure to take some to focus on the good things—a quick stop at the Woodland Park Zoo to see snow leopard cubs (hiding during my visit) and our red panda, a visit to Bob’s Corn and Pumpkin Farm. And squeezing in time to write and try to submit and work on my next book (and work a little harder at promoting Flare, Corona!)
- Bob’s Pumpkin Farm
- Glenn and I at Bob’s Corn and Pumpkin Farm
- Last September Roses
September is also rejection season AND submitting season—a double hitter that can be hard on the writer’s ego, and of course I’m waiting to hear about the results of the Washington State Book Award after Flare, Corona was named a finalist. And later this week I’m doing a recording for Writer’s Digest this week and putting together a Zoom class with my friend Kelli. (More about that later in this post!)
Sign Up for a “Spooky Season” Zoom Class with me and Kelli Russell Agodon
Just in time for Spooky Season AND Sylvia Plath’s birthday, Kelli and I are hosting a Zoom class on October 27, 2024, called:
The Thinning Veil: Writing Poems About Where the Natural and Supernatural Worlds Meet
Spend Sylvia Plath’s birthday writing new poems! Just in time for Spooky Season, a poetry class exploring how the natural world intersects with the supernatural with poets Kelli Russell Agodon and Jeannine Hall Gailey. Kelli and Jeannine will discuss their fascination with the natural and supernatural worlds, sharing poems by Plath and others that blur the lines between the familiar and the unknown. Together, we’ll harness this energy in our own writing, drawing inspiration from the unknown and the uncanny. This two-hour Zoom class will end with a Q&A for a deeper dive into this hauntingly beautiful topic. Join us to to stir your imagination and leave with fresh drafts of new poems!
Cost: $119 Scholarships and tuition assistance available.
Zoo Visits
Woodland Park Zoo is under a lot of construction (including building a new habitat for our red panda!), but it had three brand new snow leopard cubs, and it was the last day of the Butterfly House being open, so we snuck in a quick visit. The snow leopard cubs were hiding while we were there, but we got to visit with their beautiful mother.
Going to the zoo is one of the summer rituals I didn’t want to skip, even though the weather is getting cooler, and the timing was hard. It’s important to squeeze in the things that matter to us—even if it’s just watching butterflies—in between paying bills, doctor appointments, work, and the busy work that is too big a part of our lives. To be a writer is sometimes to prioritize the butterfly watching.
- Snow Leopard
- Otter
- Butterfly house
- Butterfly house
Flare, Corona is a Washington State Book Award Finalist! And Art Gallery Openings, Visiting with Friends and Family
- At September 09, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Flare, Corona is a Washington State Book Award Finalist
I can finally share my good news—Flare, Corona is a 2024 Washington State Book Award Finalist! I’m very grateful for the honor and am happy to be in very good company, including my friend Rena Priest. You can cross your fingers for me—I’ll find out by the end of the month if I’ve won or not.
We poets go a long time between pieces of good news, luck, recognition, awards. So, something like this can feel like a big deal and we try to celebrate it as best we can (in between rejections, LOL). Does this mean more people might buy or read the book? The answer is really only maybe. But we can hope! And I might get a sticker for my book, which is always nice. And thank you to all the people who wrote me nice notes of congratulations. It really does mean a lot.
(SAL and Open Books did an announcement on Instagram that had a cute graphic I thought I’d share!)
Art Gallery Opening at Roq La Rue
Saturday night we went to the opening show for Dewi Plass and Hallie Packard at Roq La Rue, my favorite Seattle art gallery. My little brother and sister-in-law were also in attendance, and we had a great time catching up with them. Plus, we talked to the artists and Kerstin, the gallery owner. A gorgeous show (it’s up ’til Sept 28th if you want to see it!) And I purchased a great book of sci-fi and steampunk art. (Roq La Rue has some terrific and hard-to-find art books, if you’re into that sort of thing.)
It made me think about how art inspires me and how making friends with artists is always so rewarding. It’s good to give your life a little space for music, visual art, theater, anything that makes you feel more creative. Visual art has a way of making you see the world a little differently.
- Me and Hallie Packard with “Tidal”
- Dewi Plass “Perspectives”
- Glenn, me Loree and Mike with Hallie’s “Ravel”
Visiting with Family and Friends
Sunday, I visited with my writer friend Kelli Russell Agodon and her family, which was wonderful. I don’t get to see my writer friends often enough, especially this year, it seems. We got to catch up and celebrate good news, commiserate, enjoy brunch. One of the things about the pandemic is how much many of us got used to not socializing, even with family and close friends. Even now, Glenn and I probably go and about less than we used to. But there’s such a benefit to getting together with actual humans.
Kelli and I talked about doing a possible Zoom class together soon, so stay tuned for details on that!
September Begins: Changing Seasons and Life Assessments, Reunions with Old Friends, and Back to Work
- At September 01, 2024
- By Jeannine Gailey
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September Begins: Changing Seasons and Life Assessments
It’s the first day of September, which brings with it a lot of changes. A lot of us start to think about work after more leisurely summer days. Our local lavender farm closed yesterday, getting ready to shift to become a pumpkin farm at the end of the month. The weather today was bright and 85°F, unseasonably warm, but the days are noticeably shorter than they were a month ago. The gardens—my own and others around town—are in their last bright, ragged days, rampant and moving towards the end of their flowering. I admit to a fondness for September over August, usually a time of looking forward, to holidays, to a new year, a time of hope?
- Glenn and I at Willows Lodge’s garden
- Grapes at a winery, signaling harvest season
- apples on the tree, a sign of fall approaching
A Facebook “memory” brought up something that caused me to do a brief life assessment—it was a blog post from about six years ago, when I was 45. The post was angry, frustrated, obviously a person who was struggling with many things in her life. Now six years later, I wonder why I was so angry. Of course, I had had a terminal liver cancer diagnosis the year before, and then an MS diagnosis—two things so devastating, and complicated by the fact that I have friends that still to this day have not called me since those two events (losing friends is tough, but I guess those weren’t real friends, as my mother would have said to me in eighth grade). The terminal diagnosis was wrong, at least a little premature, though I still have a liver full of tumors, and the MS diagnosis was wrenching, though years of physical, vestibular, speech therapies have helped a lot of the symptoms. I was frustrated by what I felt like was a stagnant writing career, full of frustrated ambition. (It could also have been the beginning of perimenopause, often punctuated by mood swings.) One good thing about blogs is that they capture a certain moment in time, in your life. Was I feeling lucky that we weren’t in the middle of a pandemic, that I could go to the movies or dentist relatively freely? No, I was not. Ah, hindsight.
At 51, I wish I could tell my previous self about what was to come: the pandemic and all it would change, the fact that I would make new friends (and renew old friendships unexpectedly), that my marriage would improve, that my writing career might not be rocketing towards stardom but feels like enough to me these days. (I did have a book come out to some success, some good reviews, appearances in Poetry Magazine and Poetry Daily that bolstered my confidence, among other things. But also, a shift in mindset about what constitutes “enough” success?) That I would build connections to my community (and a pretty decent garden) during the covid years. That though things aren’t perfect, I no long feel as frustrated in my daily life. My health isn’t perfect, but my dental hygienist commented on how much better I was doing physically than five years ago, which caused me to wonder—what is she noticing that I haven’t about improvements in my overall well-being? I’m no longer in a wheelchair all the time, many of my MS symptoms are less acute, I’ve been getting treatment for more of my weirdo stuff. I lost weight during the last four years and increased my bone density, not usual at 51! I feel grateful for these positive changes, though sometimes they’re so gradual you might not remark on them.
Reunions with Old Friends, and Back to Work
I got to see an old friend (my best friend from fifth grade!) who is an ER doc living in Alaska doing all kinds of amazing charity work, and we caught up over brunch with our partners. It’s so funny, because I know we are both older intellectually, but I still see her as the tall, red-haired girl in fifth grade, a little awkward, just as I was at that age. It’s kind of like going to a high school reunion and goes along with my theme of life assessments—when you see old friends who knew you when you were a kid, you also remember the paths you’ve both taken—and the ones you didn’t take. Like many of my friends from Tennessee and Cincinnati, we didn’t ever stay where we were put, and I like to think we’ve achieved some of the ambitions we had as our younger selves.
September also reminds us to get back to our regular routines and, yes, that involves maybe more attention to details, accounts, work. I have a tutorial to do and I’m trying to write new poems, work on a manuscript for my publisher, manage my social media (I got spoofed on Insta and Facebook this week, which was no fun), and send work to the lit mags that re-open on September 1 or thereabouts.
While summer is a good time to reflect and remember, fall is a good time to refocus and try to put energy into the things that are important to you. Sign up for that dental cleaning, put on a face mask, donate some old clothing or clean out the pantry, read that book you’ve been putting off, because it’s September! It may not be sweater weather yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get out my notebooks and sharpen my (metaphorical) pencils, so I’m ready.