You didn’t think I’d let more than a few days of National Poetry Month pass without comment, did you? I celebrated the first week by diving headfirst into Mary Oliver’s latest volume, Blue Horses, which I adored, and also I’m gearing up for leading my session “Found Narratives” at the Mass Poetry Fest in May. Finally, I’m doing my best to participate in the ‘poem a day’ challenge. While I have been taking some of my themes from the challenge they’re hosting at Writers’ Digest, I’ve also been going where my whimsy takes me, so here’s a piece I’m fairly happy with from this month’s early efforts:
Mill Brook, from the Mill Street Bridge, Arlington, MA. Photo by Meg Winikates
Mill Brook
By Meg Winikates, April 2015
Missing the ocean, I have decided
to adopt the brook.
It is not especially approachable,
high-banked and fenced,
a little cantankerous at times
with the culverts and cobblestones
the city has gifted it.
But I am determined
to love its brown burbling,
its occasional patient mallard,
as we all await
the timid spring.
A shimmering visit from Jack Frost on the back porch last week. Photo by Meg Winikates.
February is here, and with it comes not only a shocking pile of snow, but also one of my favorite parts of the geeky side of the calendar: Boskone. Last year I got to have tea and coffee with Jane Yolen (wow!) and Bruce Coville (also wow!).
This year, if you have the time available, there’s a bunch of free programming on Friday afternoon (2/13), which looks like a really cool selection of stuff. I’m starting a new job so I won’t be able to make it before Friday evening at the earliest, but there’s no shortage of neat stuff to see the rest of the weekend. (Link above also goes to the rest of the weekend’s program.)
If you should happen to be at the convention on Sunday morning, don’t miss the Flashfic read-aloud competition at 9:30! 11 writers get 3 minutes each to read a story, get critiqued, and compete for the top spot, yours truly included. Last year’s stories were all fun and incredibly varied, and I’m looking forward to being part of the action this year. Hope to see you there!
I rang in the New Year by spending some quality time in Middle Earth, and found myself still there today courtesy of this beautiful art project by Friedrich van Schoor and Tarek Mawad. Surely Imladris or Lothlorien looked like this?
In August of this year, the Mass Cultural Council approved the creation of a ‘cultural district’ in Boston dedicated to the literary arts. Cultural districts are a way of raising awareness about the various arts organizations and resources in an area, and are meant to have an economic impact as well, attracting businesses and creative professionals to a designated area. There are currently 26 designated cultural districts in Massachusetts, and I find a lot to like in the definition the MCC provides:
It is a walkable, compact area that is easily identifiable to visitors and residents and serves as a center of cultural, artistic and economic activity. The Massachusetts Cultural Council recognizes that each community is unique and that no two cultural districts will be alike.
That seems like a set of very achievable guidelines, given that much of New England falls into the ‘walkable, compact’ category already, and the rest of the definition of ‘culture’ is left open to the strengths of the city/town that applies.
Revels’ River Sing on the banks of the Charles. Photo by Meg Winikates. Many cultural districts seem to feature recurring music and dance festivals like this one, as well as the local waterfront, for understandable reasons. (Though the current Cambridge cultural district is in Central Square, up the road from where this celebration of the autumnal equinox occurs.)
So what makes the Boston Literary District (the only one of its kind in MA and the only district specifically geared to one arts discipline) fit the bill?
Mass Poetry recently interviewed Larry Lindner, the Literary District’s coordinator, who enthused about his hope that “the Lit District website becomes for Boston what Time Out is for people who go to London — a kind of what’s-going-on-in-the world-of-literature in Boston” and mentioned plans for an app to help explore the District in 2015. And the physical district itself? By making the sites and events more visible, accessible, and tangible, Lindner hopes to encourage timid readers as well as those already deep in the reading and writing world. He also suggests that associate partnerships with organizations and businesses outside the District’s official borders can help their visibility as well, and bring some of the benefits of the district designation to other areas of the city that need it. (Even events outside the city get a chance to be included on the District’s events calendar, such as a public art/poetry event in Newton earlier this month.)
The thing I love best about perusing the map of the district is the number of surprises it holds, even for someone who has lived all but 2 years of her life in and around this city, who has worked at a local literary/historical site (2 if you count the Paul Revere house and his own poetical connections), and who was an English major to boot. For instance, did I know that E.B. White’s The Trumpet of the Swan was set in Boston’s Public Garden? Maybe when I read it when I was nine, but I certainly didn’t remember the scene with Louis playing his trumpet on the actual existing bridge over the pond. Nor could I have named even half the writers and poets listed as having ever been Boston residents. (I love learning new things about my city!)
A few of the sites listed do seem like a stretch (there’s a small bookshop on the ground floor of the State House, really?) and some a bit vague (the Old City Hall listing says ‘Legend has it that that’s the setting for Edwin O’Connor’s novel The Last Hurrah‘) but on the other hand, one can choose to take that as a plus. Some of these places had to really *try* to connect to the literary district. It was worth the effort to find the thread, the history, the destroyed address that this modern building now stands over–and that’s kind of awesome, that people want to be a part of it. I know next time I’m free to wander a bit downtown, I’ll be keeping my eye out for some of the literary landmarks listed.
Boston Public Garden (and Louis’ bridge!) Photo by Captain Tucker, used under creative commons license. Click for source.
And if you can’t make it to Boston to check out what’s going on on the bookish byways, take a stroll down Author Avenue or Fantasy Street as you check out this virtual literary district at My Independent Bookshop. This site is a visually appealing compilation of people’s book recommendations which are then linked to independent bookstores. I haven’t set up a ‘bookstore’ of my own yet, but it does look like a fun community and a fairly intuitive interface. (Don’t forget to scroll sideways as well as down, though!)
Last spring, I had a very intriguing conversation with my cousin, photographer and producer Michele Morris. She was looking to put together a book of her photography and wanted to give it some extra spice–preferably with poetry. Out of that conversation grew a number of ideas, several of which coalesced into our collaborative project, Palettes of Light. (You may have seen me talking about this project elsewhere, if so, sorry for the repetition! I’m working on this multi-platform social media balancing act.)
This project pairs Michele’s photos from two very different photography series based on colors, moods, and motion, and then incorporates my poetry as a way to tie the two together and provide a different way of looking at them individually. So far, one of our triptychs has been part of the Venice Arts 21st Anniversary gala show, and we’re working hard on finalizing the book’s layout.
I also got to play a little ‘show and tell’ about Palettes of Light at the New England Museum Association’s ‘Pop-Up Museum’ event last night. I’ll be posting about the Pop-Up Museum experience as a museum/education thing over on Brain Popcorn, but I wanted to get to do the author/poet geeking out here.
It was a real pleasure to get to see all the creative means of expression people brought with them: everything from a collection of Bond novels to Settlers of Cataan, from knitted handwarmers to a fully authentic 18th century dress and undergarments, from photography to painting to a playlist of radio and exhibition voiceovers. In such an eclectic mix, a pairing of photography and poetry fit right in, and it was fun to toast to the submission process with a painter, to talk haiku cycles with an interactive media designer, and to discuss dramatic diction with a science museum staffer. And, of course, to share Palettes of Light with people, which was really gratifying.
Deeper Than You Imagined, by Sachiko Akiyama (featured artist in Branching Out), click for source.
If any of you follow my museum education blog, Brain Popcorn, you’ll know I’ve been working on a show that opened just a few weeks ago called Branching Out: Trees as Art. In the course of researching for that show, I was introduced to the work of Suzanne Simard, a forester who works with tree root/fungal networks, which form an underground communication chain between trees of all ages and species in a forest. Her research inspired me to write a speculative flash fiction story which has now been published on PEM’s blog, Connected.
Many thanks to Rinat Harel for inviting me to join in on this wide-ranging blog tour! I met Rinat through our Davis Square writers’ group, and was immediately impressed by the poetic intensity of her work, even though I have only read examples of her prose pieces. They are always gripping–and generally quite eye-opening, since Rinat is often inspired by events and experiences that are far outside my own. So if you’ve come here from there, welcome, and if you haven’t read any of her stuff, do go check it out at the link above.
As is the way of this particular stroll through the writers’ blog-garden, there are several questions we’re all answering, and then I get to pass you along to one or more other writers I know and admire, so here we go!
My desk, which currently features everything from dip-pens and paint brushes to a TARDIS topped pencil and dueling computers. (And a Death Star mousepad, because who doesn’t need one of those?)
What are you working on?
Whoo, baby, that’s a more exciting question than usual! There are two computers on my desk at the moment because I’ve been Skyping while typing like mad with my creative partner in LA, Michele Morris, with whom I’m working on a manuscript for a book of paired photography and poems, called Palettes of Light. One of our pairings from the book is a piece in the Venice Arts 21st gala show as a beautifully framed triptych, so I’ve been putting a lot of work into that manuscript and all the logistical wahoo that goes with launching a piece of your work publicly. (More on that in an upcoming post!)
Squeezed into the interstices of working on that poetry project there are a few other things, chief among which is Dragon’s Midwife, a ecological time travel dragon-inhabited adventure starring Erin, an admitted fantasy nut and mythology nerd. She is doing a summer internship in a tiny Welsh historical society, climbs through a cave in a cliff and ends up in the 1740s at the feet of a dying woman and a pregnant dragon. She’s pretty good with dragonlore, fairly fuzzy on historically accurate details, and her woodcraft is nonexistent, so ending up in a place without her cell phone or a ready supply of Cadbury’s bars is not her cup of tea. Hijinks ensue, naturally.
And, of course, I’m lining up my ducks to figure out what I have available and appropriate for the next round of poetry and short story submission deadlines, and tweaking where necessary.
How does your work differ from others of its genre?
I’ve never thought this was a fair or easy question. (Genres exist for a reason!) There are writers I admire and hope something of what works in their writing appears in mine, for sure. Like many of the writers I like to read, I enjoy mixing my favorite elements from a lot of genres. I love reading mysteries, fantasies, sci-fi, historical fiction–and some of my very favorite new discoveries in the last few years have been the gaslight fantasies, worlds of Regency era history reinterpreted through a magical lens, etc.
But to attempt to answer the question–unlike some others who write fantasy/sci-fi/historical/adventures and poetry, I write
absolutely nothing involving zombies or vampires. Nothing I write in that vein could ever be as terrifying as Lloyd Alexander’s Cauldron Born, and I’m not in the habit of giving myself nightmares anyway if I can avoid it. So no undead.
a hint of old wild magic in just about everything. I can’t write pure sci-fi. I’ve tried. Even the stuff that involves hard science grown directly out of things that are current research ends up with a touch of implied magic.
a close connection to the environment. Partly a product of spending so much time up trees in the backyard as a kid, partly due to being raised in National Parks (thanks, parents!), partly due to my current job, I’m really aware of the natural world. It is most apparent in my poetry, but I think it works its way into my prose as well, even when that’s not the main point of the piece.
happy endings. There’s a lot of grimdark apocalyptic or post-apocalyptic stories out there right now. Mine aren’t. The closest I get to an unhappy ending is an ambiguous one.
Why do you write what you do?
Like the icon says, the world is full of (and my brain is full of) too many stories not to try to put a few down on paper, digital or otherwise. I actually get a kind of itchy feeling around the edges of my brain if I haven’t been writing for a while, which is the writing equivalent of getting cranky if one hasn’t gotten enough physical exercise. I write because I love words, because I experience the world through story, because sometimes iambic pentameter is the only way to bottle up that explosive thing under one’s sternum and release it into the world.
Why write fantasy/sci-fi/historical/adventures? Because they’re fun, and all those authors that say ‘write the books you want to read’ are totally right.
Why write poetry? Because I’m better at it than at painting or sculpture, which are the only other art-forms I can think of that express as much emotional ‘oomph’ in as compressed a fashion.
How does your writing process work?
It evolves like a virus. 🙂
Seriously, though, I’ve tried a number of different methods, and what works well for one project doesn’t always help me on another.
With poetry, I always write with pen/pencil and paper. I can’t write poetry on a screen. It all comes out boring and trite. There’s something important about the rhythm of the words and the motion of the hand across the page and the reduced speed that all works together. It’s hard to be contemplative looking at a blinking cursor, but a blank page just looks inviting by comparison. I make sure I always have a pocket-sized notebook and a pen with me. (This usually leads to a pile of pens at the bottom of whatever bag I’m carrying, but fortunately they’re not heavy.)
Prose is more varied. For some stories it helps to try to flesh out the characters a bunch in advance, using some of those profiling prompts one can find online. For others I fill them in as I go along and discover things about the character along the way. Plotting I keep really general, and often end up moving scenes around to try to figure out pacing and character development. It’s more fun to write if I know where it’s going but not precisely how we get there, and I hope to fix it and smooth it out after. Sometimes I have a character just waiting for a story that fits him or her, and they can wait for years. Sometimes I have a great concept for a world, but don’t know who lives in it or what throws them into enough peril for there to be a story. That too can take a while to unravel. I have a lot of filled-up notebooks, and because I suffer a little from what I call ‘crafter’s ADD,’ notes about one project will be on the opposite side of a page that has a whole scene from an entirely different story, and then there’s a poem on the facing page and the scene picks up on it’s reverse. On the off chance anyone but myself ever attempts to read some of these notebooks, I pity them in advance.
The thing I’ve found best recently to keep the writing process moving is breaking up tasks and goals into manageable chunks and making to do lists with deadlines. I write them out on paper and tape them to my front door so I can see them all the time, and I transfer the most immediate (within a month) into my Evernote so I can get at them from anywhere. I take great satisfaction in using leftover reward stickers from my teaching days to fill up the pages with little ‘Great!’ and smiley face stars and whatnot, because visible progress can be hard to come by, and this is the way that works for me.
So now I tag other writers:
The charming Charlie Cochrane and I met through a shared love of the age of sail (especially Horatio Hornblower), the creations of Dorothy Sayers, and history in general. Charlie writes witty, gracious romances and mysteries that are a touch silly, a touch sweet, and a touch sad, and full of great period-accurate detail and feeling. She has numerous novels based on her two best known characters, the irrepressible Jonty and the awkward but endearing Orlando, and has written a number of fun and varied shorts as well, including ‘gay werewolves – albeit highly respectable ones.’ (If I remember right, at least one of them is a librarian.) So you may expect her writing process post next week, but I highly recommend that you swing by and check out what she already has on offer, including a series of interesting posts tied in with the centennial remembrance of the beginning of World War I.
And since I want you all to go visit Charlie’s blog and read her stories, I’m not tagging anyone else. I will, however, point out that author Patricia C. Wrede has an incomparable blog focused entirely on the writing process, and she though she herself writes mainly fantasy, her thoughts and suggestions about writing are useful no matter what genre. So if you’re looking for more cool process stuff, go there too.
October is a good excuse to let the spooky side of your imagination have freer range than usual. Writing prompts at group this week offered a perfect jumping off point too–this rather creepy family portrait!
Possibly once a daguerreotype?
I’ve always found the whole Portrait of Dorian Grey thing rather fascinating, so here’s my attempt to play with that photos-capture-your-soul concept, featuring a very modern lad with a very old problem:
Camera Obscura
Casey stared at the daguerreotype in his hands in the kind of horror and fascination usually only experienced by people watching trains pitch off of bridges in disaster movies. “No way!” he insisted, fully aware he’d said that at least twice before, but unable to stop himself. “That absolutely cannot be me.”
“It’s the photo that was in your file at the orphanage,” the detective –what was her name, Kerrigan?–said, way gentler than any cop in a procedural ever did. “Casey Abbot Harrington, born 1869. Age four at the time this image was taken. There are records of you–aging, and forgetting, every time you hit your fifteenth birthday, and then you revert to the age you are in this photo.”
“And–are those my parents? They’re…like zombies.”
Detective Kerrigan’s face twisted like a Tim Burton jack-o-lantern. “We’re investigating the possibility that they were practicing some kind of magic,” she admitted. “Or possibly were being practiced upon by someone else. It would help explain how they look compared to you, if someone were drawing on them.”
Casey couldn’t let himself follow that line of thought too far–movie creepy was awesome, real life creepy mimicking movie creepy made him sick to his stomach.
“And what about me? I just turned fourteen a week ago. Do I only have a year to live?”
“We don’t know for sure. There have been a lot of advances in forensic magic in the last decade, there may be some treatments we can try that weren’t available last time around. And some spells do wear out, you know.”
“Why would I know that?!” Casey yelped. “None of this was real until you fished me out of that quarry two days ago!”
Kerrigan closed the folder and put her hand over it so that Casey’s view of his really horrific baby hairdo was inaccessible, thank the gods. “We’re here to help, Casey, just have a little faith.” She stood and headed to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. “You just hang tight, okay, and I’ll see if they can send you up some lunch.”
“I’ve lost my appetite,” he grumbled, but pulled the tray table up to his waist anyway as the detective closed the door behind her. Her voice echoed in his head and shifted to something more familiar but no more comforting as it filled in the phrase that Casey shouldn’t know, but somehow did:
Some spells do wear out, you know–but curses never do.
Muse of Poetry by Alphonse Mucha, file courtesy of wikimedia commons
A good friend informed me that it is National Poetry Day in the UK today. It’s a long time until April, so one might as well enjoy a day while waiting for the month, therefore happy National Poetry Day to you all, UK denizen or otherwise. This year’s theme is ‘Remember,’ and if you’re interested in finding out what they’ve got planned to celebrate in the UK, here are a few handy resources for you:
It looks like they’re taking the ‘remembering’ theme both ways–‘which poems do you remember by heart?’ and also ‘poems with a theme of remembrance.’ As sometimes happens in autumn I’m feeling a bit sentimental today, so here’s a snippet of a poem I’ve been working on, remembering my grandmother.
Anne Rita Carter
Nana’s Bathrobe by Meg Winikates
Could probably use a wash by now,
but I’d rather inhale last year’s
germs than lose you again,
curious scent of cookies and
old cotton, the bath powder you
opened with a gleeful
“Won’t I stink pretty?”
A sentiment I never understood
until I wrapped myself in fuzzy blue,
years after your last hug.
I never get tired of being impressed and surprised by my friends. My friend and former colleague Kyle Browne is an environmental artist, and has been remarkably busy this summer, with artist residencies, a piece from which is appearing in PEM’s Art & Nature Center show opening next week, Branching Out: Trees as Art, and apparently also walking the coastline on the North Shore, reading and writing the landscape there.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the New England coastline myself, between a project with my photographic collaborator on the West Coast, and my trip to Provincetown earlier this summer. [There are poems brewing!] I’ve always appreciated the kinds of patterns one gets on the sand in shallow tidal water, or rippled into the rocks of a bouldersome stream, but Kyle’s latest work gives me a new appreciation for the subtle curves and breaks of the rocky shores that are such a pain to carry scuba gear over. They look like brush strokes, and make me want to spend more time on my favorite rock down at Collins Cove, watching the stones as well as the sea.
Check out the video of Kyle’s piece below or related photography on her site here.
Sea Dreams and Time Machines 