Back Home and Gearing Up for Fall
Back in the Northwest, safely tucked away in an apartment with a view of treetops from every room in the middle of Washington wine country, which has grown from just a couple of wineries to about twenty tasting rooms crowding each other (but, unfortunately, still no grocery stores in a twenty-minute radius! What’s that about?) Our apartment office advertises things like “Goat gouda making class” and “Wine and cheese pairings” so it seems very fancy, like a little urban condo building in the middle of all these farms with shetland ponies and designer lettuce. The suburbs of Seattle are so weird. That’s what I like about them.
Yesterday, instead of spending all day unpacking like we should have, we took advantage of the slightly warmer temps (61 degrees!) and watery, cloud-ridden sunlight to go out and enjoy some of the surroundings – going to the bookstore, looking at boots (boots are the best thing about fall, along with caramel apples, although I’m not sure I should be buying more boots) and wandering around the local corn maze/pumpkin patch, where we picked out a giant pumpkin for our balcony, a tiny pumpkin and gourd for our mantle, and a 600-pound glass jar of local blackberry honey. (The Northwest still has blackberries on the vine, and some of the pumpkins were still an unripe stripey green, even this late in October.)
So, to get back to writing…I’ve had several e-mail rejections (sigh) and one acceptance – and the acceptance was for my first piece of creative non-fiction, a kind of short-story/lyric essay, so I’m excited about that. I mean, I’ve done journalism before, but this is definitely a different kind of monster, so I was nervous about sending it out.
I’ve been catching up on sleep – eighteen hours of driving with very little sleep in between, and including a trip that involved a large white cow on a five-lane highway that Glenn almost hit with the moving truck and then us getting seperated in the Oregon mountains and then me getting lost from a malfunctioning GPS in what I’d term the “Killbilly” area of Oregon, where there were only vacant motel parking lots and crack houses for miles around – meant that I need some extra rest. Kelli’s recent blog post is right – everyone is a nicer person when they have more than four hours of sleep. I’ll experiment and tell you, but I’m betting I’ll be more cogent and kind with a decent night’s rest.
There are so many poetry to-dos on the horizon, I feel like I’m going into social activity planning overdrive after being somewhat isolated out in Napa for a year. I even feel like maybe throwing a party! I haven’t made it into Open Books yet, but that is definitely on the agenda soon. Now, back to trying to find…everything that’s been stuffed into the bottom of a box somewhere…and some appropriate clothing. Somehow, when it’s fifty and raining, you can’t wear your little slip dress/strappy sandal combos anymore…it’s unearthing boots and sweaters that haven’t seen the light of day for over two years!
More San Fran, Moving, Pics, Video to Come
I thought you might want some visuals from our San Francisco weekend at LitCrawl. Here’s me in front of my hotel window right before the reading – you can see the Bay Bridge in the background! That’s what I look like with glasses on, by the way – and I have to wear glasses or I can’t see my poems! And then a cell phone pic of the Japanese Gardens at Golden Gate Park with the sunshine in the background – a heavenly place indeed! (Though it took us two hours to get out of the park and to the Golden Gate Bridge – apparently San Fran didn’t want to let us go!)
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There is a rumour that a very nice gentleman from Fourteen Hills may have taped my reading and may be sending me a link to it, so I’ll post it when I get it! Isn’t it nice when things like that work out?
I’m in a frenzy of moving preparations, taking down pictures, stuffing clothes and books into boxes, donating food to food banks. We’re having a bizarre heat wave, in the nineties all week, so we’ll be moving from a place where the roses are still blooming, butterflies are still fluttering, it-s-still-too-hot-to-go-to-the-park-til-after-6, where the vineyards are just barely turning colors, to the rain-soaked, fifties-to-sixties Northwest wintertime in just a week. It’s like moving seasons instead of just locations.
On an unrelated note, I think I’m going to write a little essay about women writers and ambition. Maybe I’ll wait til after all the boxes are gone to think about that, though. Back to stuffing boxes!
LitCrawl Readings and Report
Woke up this morning to a beautiful fogless San Francisco morning (I got a really cheap rate at a downtown hotel, and they put us on the 31st floor in a tiny room with a great view of the Bay and the Golden Gate bridge.)
Yesterday we rolled into the city – after a beautiful drive through harvest-ready vineyards – during the exhibition of the Blue Angels, which means people driving their cars kept swerving into us because they were watching the planes instead of the street. It was Fleet week, so there were crowds of sailors in uniform everywhere as well. (It made me think of my little nephew, Dustin, who is serving in the Navy now down in Florida.) It was a perfect 70-degree-sunshiney day, and the Mission District seemed charming with its restaurants and shops rather than scary (maybe it was the abundance of writers everywhere?)
My first LitCrawl event was the Small Desk Press reading at Adobe books, a really small and dingy but interesting book store. The space was kind of awkward for a reading, but I really enjoyed meeting the folks there, especially Lizzy Acker (who is the namesake for the Monster Poetry contest I won and whose upcoming book I am looking forward to reading) and Marisa Crawford, who happens to be a Switchback Books author (Rock on, Brandi Homan!) And thanks to my friends who came out to see me 🙂
The second event was at Muddy’s Coffee Shop for the Eleven-Eleven/Fourteen Hills reading. I felt pretty good about this reading (unfortunately, Glenn forgot to turn on the video recorder, or I’d have a nice YouTube video for you) and sold a couple of books, which is always reassuring. The space was nice and big and the crowd was friendly and upbeat. (Also, the other readers had a robot-thing going on in their work that dovetailed nicely with some of my new poems.) The Fourteen Hills editor-girls – especially Hollie, Leanne, and Kelly – were really great – I wish I could bring them with me up to Seattle! They really know how to set up readings. I’ve never been to a Fourteen Hills event that wasn’t a lot of fun. And I came away with back issues of Fourteen Hills and Eleven-Eleven.
Then it was on to the After Party at the Blue Macaw, which had a DJ, a hugely crowded bar, and was the first place I’d ever seen people turned away from a lit party (I watched a big crowd of drunk twenty-something guys get told “You’re not readers? Then you can’t come in. And there were bouncers. Bouncers!) I only stayed an hour or so, but got to talk to a lot of fun people, and got some good feedback on the new Robot Scientist’s Daughter poems I had read – one guy even stopped to talk to me about Oak Ridge and tell me a creepy Disney-robot story that is definitely going to make it into a poem. I can’t reveal everything about it, but it involves an animatronic Lincoln and a death waiver.
Today we’re planning to hit Union Square (I want to take a last look at my favorite art gallery, Jenkins Johnson) and the big Impressionist show from the Musee d’Orsay that’s up at the DeYoung in Golden Gate Park. Then home to pack, because we’re starting our ten-day countdown – to Seattle! Which means my brains will probably be mush for the next two weeks.
Goodbye, San Francisco and friends! I’ll miss you!
Reading at San Francisco’s LitQuake this Saturday, MFA programs
It’s a few weeks before I move, and I’m doing a final reading or two in San Francisco (part of the LitQuake’s Saturday night LitCrawl) if you want to come see me before I flee back to the rainy Northwest. Here’s where you can find me:
Saturday, October 9
Jeannine Hall Gailey
Litquake’s LitCrawl
Adobe Books with Small Desk Press
3166 16th Street, San Francisco, CA
6 PM free
Saturday, October 9
Jeannine Hall Gailey
Muddy’s Coffee House with Fourteen Hills
Valencia & 24th Street
San Francisco, CA
8:30 PM free
Don’t be late – I think I’m reading first!
There has been a lot of discussion (like this article and commentary at The Rumpus and the scandal over a Columbia MFA program’s adjunct professor’s e-mail and this round-up) about MFA programs – if they’re a scam, if they’re any use, if they can make you a good writer, etc. I do know this: they give you time to practice reading and practice writing with people who probably know a lot about both topics. Unless you have access to the aforementioned writing mentors I discussed in the last blog post, it’s probably worthwhile for you, if you want to become a writer, to go to an MFA program to work with other writers to get better. I don’t think you can pay money to “become a writer” – you probably either have a knack/desire for that or you don’t – and they can’t make a dull writer exciting, but on the other side, I don’t think they make exciting writers dull.
In case you’re interested, here’s a little of my personal history with the MFA: I got a full-residential traditional MA (full of lit crit and competitive workshops and professors who didn’t really hang out with students) before getting my low-residency MFA (which was warm and collegial, and the professors did hang out with students. It didn’t have much in the way of lit crit going on but the students were pretty nice to each other.) I appreciate the experiences I had at both programs, but I was definitely more encouraged and grew more as a writer at the MFA. A lot of people talk about funding, too. My MA was fully funded but my low-res MFA, like most low-res programs, was not. I think the MFA was worth the cost (roughly, my friend Kelli always says, equivalent to a used Camry) even though it means student loan payments. Honestly, I think throwing myself into writing full-time – after ten or eleven years of trying to write while working full-time corporate jobs – was really important to me getting anything published (my first book was accepted in the middle of the MFA program, and I wrote my second book while in the second year.) Taking a risk – even a financial risk – was important. I don’t think I really took writing seriously in my life until that time. So it was worth it for me.
Now I teach a little part-time in an MFA program too, and I work really hard to give worthwhile reading suggestions, help students with their work, even give them publication tips when I can. I do it because I care about the students, because I care about poetry, because believe me, I wouldn’t do it for the paycheck (the average adjunct professor is paid worse than a retail worker – and I know, because I put myself through college working retail.)
So all in all, I think the MFA might help you and it probably won’t hurt you. Unless you go to the wrong one, where they’re all mean and discouraging. Also, despite Seth A’s – and many other’s – advice, funding isn’t everything. Make sure the program you’re going to actually cares about you and your writing. Make sure it’s the kind of environment – competitive or nurturing, academically stringent or more relaxed, Midwestern-reserved or West Coast optimistic – that’s right for you. Try to do some research before you apply, talk to alumni – possibly the best way to get a feel for a program is to talk to a couple of alumni and a faculty member if you can.
Also read The Poetry Lesson by Andrei Codrescu, which was much funnier and more satirical than “All is Forgotten, Nothing is Lost.” It’s more experimental writing as well. I did not feel depressed after reading it, which is always a bonus.
Fall Manuscript Class, All is Forgotten, Nothing is Lost, Foetry, Poetry Champions, Poetry Careers
Still a few days left to sign up for my Fall Poetry Manuscript Class (read more about it at this link) so if you’re still looking for a little motivation, a few exercises, a little encouragement and critique, e-mail me at jeannine.gailey@live.com.
Just finished the new novel All is Forgotten, Nothing is Lost, a kind of moral fable about two male poets in an “Iowa Writers Workshop-type” MFA program in the eighties, one of whom has an affair with his “Jorie Graham-type” professor and subsequently is awarded prizes by said professor that lead him to a great career, while his more pure-minded classmates ends up dying in obscurity, despite, perhaps, being the better writer. It’s kind of old-fashioned in that it lacks an ironic take on these proceedings, and, I think, ascribes old-fashioned moral suffering to a main character who doesn’t seem to have any morals. It was written by the current director of The Iowa Writers Workshop, and seems to support the “Foetry” view of the Poetry Universe – unless you get a champion early on, preferably by sleeping with someone famous, you are doomed to a life of artistic unrecogniton. Which is, for me, since I’m someone who has never slept with any famous poets, kind of depressing. (Hey, I got married early to a cute guy I still really like! It’s really a sleeping-with-your-professor deterrent.)
It makes you wonder about the way poetry “careers” – teaching jobs, awards, grants, etc – are still made today. Do you think increased scrutiny has lead to less nepotism today? Do you think a young emerging poet needs a older, more famous poetry “champion” to get any notice, and if so, how do we go about getting such a “champion?” (Without, you know, the sleeping with part.) I know the internet is a great equalizer, and I’ve met so many nice poets with great personalities and great writing out there, poets who deserve more recognition…And don’t give me the old saw “Only the writing matters, don’t worry about your poetry career.” Because I don’t believe many writers write who don’t also want to be read, and often, getting those “boosts” – awards, jobs, grants, reviews in the right places – is the difference between getting read and not getting read.
New Interview at Poemeleon and New Horizons
There’s a new interview with me up for the Habitual Poet at Poemeleon here:
Interview with Jeannine Hall Gailey
Had a good visit with my folks, with perfect NorCal weather, vines turning red, lots of wine tasting and touring parks in the sun, going out and looking at the Harvest-est moon. My Dad actually read Reb’s two-part talk about poetry publishing and we talked about the business models of poetry presses. I’ve talked about starting a press for a long time but haven’t quite gotten around to it yet, mostly because of the financial difficulties of it.
Glenn was successful in finding us a new apartment back up in Seattle, kind of out-in-the-countryish – it’s a little cheaper the farther you get from the city, of course – but a nice-looking, newish place. We’re hoping to settle down and buy sometime in the next couple of years; if you follow my blog, you’ll see we’ve moved so much that you might wonder if I have some kind of addiction to the act of moving, but no, we’re just looking for a good place to call home.
I’m reading in San Francisco a week or so before we move at Litquake on October 9, so let me know if you want to get together while I’m in the city!
All News Tuesday
Thanks again for all your help picking out the author photo. The winner was #4. Now you will have to wait to see the final version on the book 🙂
New River’s radio show on Art Internation Radio includes two poems of mine being read by a famous New York theatre actress, Patricia Randell. Here’s what they say:
Our premiere show is Emerging Women Poets: 24 minutes of poetry by Jeannine Hall Gailey, Melissa Range, Darcie Dennigan and Reena Ribalow, read by Patricia Randell, Randell Haynes and Lori Myers. Please check it out by going directly to http://urls.artonair.org/newriver (this show will also be featured on their homepage at www.artonair.org all this week).
My poems are the first ones up, and start around minute one!
Two wonderful new books of poetry just hit the shelves.
Kelli Russell Agodon’s second book, Letters from the Emily Dickinson Room has made its debut. Here’s my blurb, so you know what I think of it:
“Agodon’s book is a bright, funny, touching meditation on loss, love, and the power of words. Her genius is in the interweaving of God and Vodka, bees and bras, astronomy and astrology, quotes from Einstein and Dickinson, a world in which gossip rags in checkout lines and Neruda hum in the writer’s mind with equal intensity.”
Jim Brock’s book, Gods & Money, was just released by WordTech Press.
Here’s my blurb for that book:
“Pop culture, poetry, politics, and religion—all subjects that come under scrutiny in James Brock’s book, Gods & Money. With his tongue-in-cheek humor and observant eye, Brock entrances us with his tales of the melancholy romance of soup, the connecting threads between Walt Whitman and the Florida Everglades.”
Also, Steel Toe Books is open for submissions again, this time for books with religious and/or spiritual themes.
In health news, I got a b12 shot yesterday. I run a little low on b12 sometimes, which I had forgotten about (I’m not a vegan or anything!) and luckily the doc checked for it. I’ve been sleeping ten hours a day lately and moving with the alacrity of a turtle, so hopefully this extra vitamin boost will help power me through the parents’ visit, finding an apartment, doing a reading or two in San Francisco in October, moving, and writing two new book reviews. And trying to write a poem a day, sending out subs, and trying to find work. B12 does give you superpowers, right?
How Do You Find Time To Write?
In service to answering more post-MFA student questions…this one I’ve gotten several times, some variation of “How do you find time to write/submit/read after you get out of the MFA?”
So, in answering this question, I’ll mention that I went to a low-residency MFA while working part-time and/or as a freelance writer, so my practices before, during, and after the MFA didn’t really change all that much. I write a couple of hours each week – and that’s creative writing, not including blog-writing or freelance assignments or reviews. I spend another couple of hours working on book manuscripts, submissions, connecting with other writers, publisher research, etc. But beyond the time spent writing, there are other ways to spend your time I recommend that will help give you the energy and inspiration to create.
I’ve been a big reader since I was a kid, and I haunt bookstores and libraries with as much joy now as I did when I was in fifth grade. I read a lot, probably an average of three books a week and a bunch of journals/magazines/essays/poems. I think that’s important for writers, and not only reading to your own interests and genre, but far outside each as well – your inspiration-catcher will work better if you’re piling in disparate and interesting information. Squeeze a little reading into the every day spaces – waiting for a dentist appointment or at the DMV, in between loads of laundry, in the car while you’re waiting to pick someone up. But going to museums, concerts, readings, hiking a mountain, even watching television – these can all be sources of inspiration for you too. Stay attuned to your personal resonances – and take yourself somewhere inspiring once a week. Note that it doesn’t have to be anything fancy – sometimes a grocery store can be really inspiring. (It worked for Ginsberg!)
Also, I think it’s really important for each person to pay attention to what, for lack of a better word, I’ll call bio-rhythms. You know, when you’re at your most creative or your most sleepy, when you’re better at detail-oriented work and when you tend to daydream. For me, my most creative time has consistently been past 10 PM at night – and, ahem, often until 2 or 3 in the morning. (I’m a night owl for sure.) I want to fall asleep at 4 PM, and in the mornings I’m pretty bleary. So, I save my writing/teaching “business” work – submissions, filling out forms, studying journals, making lists -for the early afternoon. I do errands, which don’t require too much mental acuity, for the 3-5 PM time frame. If I’m teaching, then I like to do grading at night as well (which is probably why I don’t write as much while I’m teaching – I use the same prime “brain space” for both.) So my advice is – make your writing time a priority, keep it at the same time of day, and see how you do. If it doesn’t seem to be working, switch it up – you may be a person who writes best in the early mornings, or during a lunch break you absolutely must jot your ideas down. Find what works best for you, and stick with it.
Having a schedule and following it consistently – this may because I’m a Taurus and we love routine – is really important for me. It might be for you too. Try to follow a “habit” of reading, writing, exploring other art forms, putting your work out there, going to readings, getting together with other writers. The MFA may have provided that structure for you, but you can also re-create it at home. Significant others/children/bosses/family/dogs etc can be trained to understand when and how to leave you alone. I used to have a boss at a company with the initials “MS” that IMed me at midnight or one in the morning, even on weekends. I “trained” him to stop doing that simply by stopping myself from responding to these IMs. My husband notes that when I am writing I cannot hear him call my name or hear the phone ring and do not respond to other stimuli. This is true. I do get a little “zoned out.” But if your loved ones understand and support your decision to be a writer, a little of that won’t hurt the relationship. Hey, this gives your loved ones time and permission to go play Guitar Hero or watch “South Park” or learn to cook a traditional cassoulet or whatever it is they do for fun.
The real point of all this is, create a time and space for you to be creative. Make it a priority and a habit. Don’t stop reading and writing. Don’t stop sending out your work. Don’t stop going to readings, buying books, volunteering for local literary magazines or conferences. Make “being a writer” part of your daily life. I can’t promise wild success, money, or prizes. But at least you’ll be honoring the part of you that wanted to be a writer in the first place.