Published

It’s true, I’m officially published. Not by clicking my own button here at WordPress, but through an anthology put out by the Pacific Writer’s Connection, called Ho’olaule’a (roughly translated as “celebration”).

courtesy of http://www.pacificwriters.org

Not only am I honored to have shared numerous weekend workshops with many of the writer’s highlighted in this compilation, I feel fortunate to be included in this work. But I’ll be honest, it’s not exactly what I expected.

Ok, I’ll admit, when it came time to submit work for consideration for this publication, I was in the chaotic throes of motherhood and work life. I was in a burgeoning romance with the Bohemian. My attention was scattered in a smatter. So I squeaked in by the deadline with a few written pieces I was proud of, though they were perhaps, not my best work. For good measure, I uploaded a few photos to go with my submission, as PWC was also soliciting images for review.

Well, none of my writing made the cut, but I have four photographs included in this beautiful book.

Someone commented recently that these things can often shift our focus and change our course of direction. Am I a photographer, not a writer?

I’m smiling, because I know I’ll never stop writing. And I think that any of the writers in Ho’olaule’a could appreciate my candid questioning, here. Perhaps every artist will occasionally pause to ponder something like this.

For now, I am simply grateful for the Pacific Writer’s Connection for making yearly writing retreats possible here on my little island. I’ve been under the tutelage of Kim Stafford, Kathleen Dean Moore and Hope Edelman, who have honed my writing skills with incredible insight. I have shared rough drafts and polished pieces with the many writers who come to this annual event, year after year.  Their work is now highlighted in this enriching book.

The anthology is soon to be available for purchase, and I have a sense editions may be limited. Check out the experiences, conveyed with exquisite detail and open heart, from writers here in the Pacific.

Here’s to celebrating!

Costco, Hoarding & the Infinite Source of Love Stories

That last entry, “The Private Door Swings Open“, found its way to the Archives because for the first time in these 40+ days of blogging, I felt like I had nothing to share.

Reflecting on my Sunday, there was no way I could bore you with the details of my wearisome (and non-sustainable) tour of “big box” stores.  All I could think to write was how I spent more money than I had on things that I needed.   Like socks for Jeb at Kmart, toilet paper at Home Depot and olive oil at Costco.

Profound in the mundane?  It seemed profundity could not penetrate a mundane of such proportion.  My ‘everyday’ inspiration hit a big, bonus-size, writer’s block right around the Costco member counter.

At the beginning of this year I took a writing workshop with Kim Stafford, where he assured us that the creative well is an infinite source.  You don’t have to worry about running out.  No hoarding necessary.  Share your work and let it flow, trusting that more will follow.

During the workshop I wrote “The Private Door Swings Open” and I’ve been stashing it ever since.  Go figure.

So yesterday when the muse offered nothing but a Home Depot receipt for cockroach traps, I suddenly felt compelled to share the “Private” piece.  It seemed fitting in that the story took place just about year ago and  I will soon be returning to Big Sur (though not to see the rocket scientist).

art by Jessica Dofflemyer

That time in the cabin was an oasis in the desert.  From it came watercolor paintings and love poems.  It inspired a long-distance love affair that spanned continents.

I share it here because I think it’s a great story…and it’s time for me to let it go.

No need to hoard it.  There’s an infinite well of epic life experiences yet to be had.

I’m sure I’ll tell you all about it…

November 2, 2010

I finally looked at the calendar to see how many days in I am with this 40 day blog promise:  post something every day for 40 days.


For me, with anything creative I need to walk a fine line of solid discipline and loose expectation.  Hence, I began a 40 day writing commitment, noted it in my calendar, then promptly forgot the dates.

I really don’t know exactly what it is I’m doing here.  Questions abound.  But I have come to this WordPress screen every day for the past month.

photo by Jessica Dofflemyer

I look to a bookshelf by my desk and see the titles which reveal a minute reflection of just some of the threads I follow.  Plenty of books on writing – some of which I’ve read, others just a scan.

However small this gesture, showing up here each day is some way to make an idea tangible.  And in doing so, I watch the questions arise and simply smile.

This Rilke poem was shown to me by Kim Stafford.  Reading it just makes me take a big sigh and relax…

Be patient toward
all that is unresolved
in your heart

Try to love the questions themselves
like locked rooms
and like books written
in a very foreign tongue.
Do not seek now the
answers, which cannot
be given to you because
you would not be able
to live them.

And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.

…perhaps you will
then gradually,
without noticing it,
live along
some distant day
into the answer….

Rainer Maria Rilke