April’s Events

So, I know that we’re almost through with May, but I really wanted to post about April’s writing events I attended: Scissortail Creative Writing Festival and Howlers and Yawpers Creativity Symposium.

I’ll start with Scissortail (go here for more info). This festival happens yearly at my alma mater, East Central University. Since its inception, I have been attending as a listener, an audience member. But I decided this year to submit, just to see what would happen. The worst outcome would be not to be accepted. So, I submitted, and much to my earnest surprise, I was accepted. Initially I was going to read a non-fiction piece, but Ken Hada, director of Scissortail and my friend and mentor, politely asked me to read one of my short stories dealing with a particular social issue in Oklahoma. So, I read “Letter from an Oklahoma Prison.” And Ken kindly put me on the first panel of the first day. I was a bit of a wreck. I mean, I always get nervous when I read because I’m sharing with people. That’s hard for me to have such attention. But these nerves were compounded by the fact that I was reading in front of my former profs, colleagues, and friends–people I respect and value. If I did a poor job, they’d be witness to it. This pressure was overwhelming. On top of that, the room had to have had 100+ people in it–some middle school students, some college students, some profs, and other writers. So, I just swallowed my fear and jumped into my story. I hoped the words did their thing. And I think they did because after the panel, a group of middle school girls came up to me just to meet me and take a picture. What an incredible feeling that was! They may have had to talk to the writers as part of their grade for the day, but they chose me. It felt so good to have such an impact on someone. And that was just the beginning. I stayed most of the three-day event and found myself in conversations with well-known authors, people I admire and love. Some of these were friends like Ken Hada, Nathan Brown, LeAnne Howe, Rilla Askew, Jessica Isaacs, Sly Alley, and Jim Wilson while others were new acquaintances like Alan Berecka, Jennifer Kidney, Tim Bradford, Juan Manuel Perez, Carol Hamilton, Greg Rodgers, and so many more. It was a buzz, a writing buzz for real. What a wonderful way to start the month!

Then to top a month with that beginning off, we had Howlers and Yawpers Creativity Symposium (go here for more info) at Seminole State College, where I currently teach. Many of the same individuals who attended Scissortail also attended this event, which was really nice. We were able to see each other again at a different venue and read our works. Jessica Isaacs, the director of the event, did an amazing job of organizing the presenters. It was heavy on reading the written work, but spattered throughout the day were art presentations, musical acts, dancing, and just creativity buzzing around us in all its forms. It was really incredible to be a part of such an event. Writing this post is reminding me to send pics to the web mistress to post. Back to my creative experiences…what was really cool about this event is that I helped with it. I mean, reading at my home college was an incredible honor, but to be a part of organizing and helping and working it was just an amazing feeling. To see some of the same people who presented at Scissortail and PCA come to our small, rural campus and provide our students with creative inspiration was just such an honor. It may have been just one day packed with creativity, but the buzz was just as intense as what I felt a the beginning of the month.

So April was bookended with some pretty incredible events for me. These experiences have really started pushing me toward publication. I have never written to be published; I’ve written because I have stories and I want to write. Now, though, I feel like maybe publication is another avenue to touch peoples’ souls, to help people. We’ll see.

For now, I’ll just keep writing and reading and being a part of an amazing writing community in Oklahoma.

The UK

So over Spring Break (yeah, I know, like a month ago.) I helped take a group of students on a global studies trip to England. Here are some pics for your enjoyment:

Not Very Good at Being a Friend

I know that my blog is primarily about writing, but I think actually writing is about writing to the core. So this is going to be a post that’s just writing. And the topic is being a friend.

I have long known that I am not very good at “being” a friend. I mean, I love the few friends I have and want desperately for them to have love and happiness and would do anything to help them, to save them if need be. But I don’t call daily. I don’t commit to just hanging out daily. I don’t just sit and talk. I try sometimes, but I’m awkward and weird and uncomfortable. And they can tell, which makes them uncomfortable. No good. On top of that, I am not particularly nurturing. If someone’s ill, I don’t coddle or coo over them. I just leave them to heal because that’s what I want when I’m ill. I don’t really do the things that people expect friends to do. That’s why I’m not a very good friend. I do what I do; I am what I am. I don’t judge or impose onto others nor do I easily accept when people do those to me.

Moreover, I don’t forge friendships easily. I mean, it takes me years to nest into a friendship. I can be kind and supportive, but that doesn’t mean that I love. Once I love a friend, though, it’s hard for me to break that friendship even when it’s toxic. Because once you’re my friend, you’re my friend for life. My loyalty to a friend is infinite. So if I have to break off a friendship, it devastates me. I grieve for the loss.  But, still, the actions of typical friends are not actions that I show my friendship through.

Don’t get me wrong; I won’t hesitate to drive 1,000 miles to help a friend out. I would fight anyone or anything to protect my friends. I would sacrifice myself, and have done so, to save a friend. I don’t get angry when they call at 2 in the morning to commiserate. I relish in the opportunity to be a shoulder to cry on, figurative or literal, because people need to talk, to think out loud, and have someone listen. I do that really well. I listen to my friends. I don’t judge what they are saying or wonder why they say what they say. I don’t judge what they do. I just accept my friends for who they are and what they feel and what they do. If that were all being a friend consisted of, I’d be a great friend. I don’t judge. I live and let live. Really. Because who am I to say what one person does is wrong or shitty or icky? I love intensely and unconditionally, but I simply can’t participate in what I feel is facile about friendships. I try very hard to consider others’ feelings about what a good friend is, but I can only be true to me. I can’t be what someone else wants me to be. If I accept my friends, I hope that they too can accept me and all my weirdness.

It’s really hard to be a friend. Especially to be my friend. I wish that I could just plug my friends into my heart so that they could feel my bond to them. Then when I don’t live up to the typical characteristics of a friend, they’d be able to feel that my heart is theirs.

I treasure my friends and what they add to my life. I just hope that I too give them what they give to me.

So I suck

I know, I really have not been a good blogger, but in my defense, I have had to travel A LOT recently. In the past two weeks, I have spent significant amounts of time in 4 different time zones, three different countries, 2 states, and too many airports to count. Yes, travel won this past month.

But now I’m home and able to write again. Most of my writing this past month has been journalling and work-related. I’m hoping to get back into the pattern and schedule of my creative stuff soon. I just have to readjust to Okie time. Until then, I will be reading tomorrow at East Central University’s Scissortail Creative Writing Festival. This will be my first time to do this, so I am super excited…and crazy nervous. I mean, I’m always nervous to read, but this time it’s happening at the university I first attended for my BA and a university at which I adjuncted. I have many people there whom I don’t want to disappoint. Plus, I read #2 of the very first session! Yikes, the nerves are coming on stronger now that I’m writing about it.

I better go practice. See you soon!

6-Word Story V

Knowing what to write is hard.

The Importance of Peers

Soon, I will be attending a few conferences and festivals to read some of my fiction and non-fiction. I’ve been diligently working on pieces for this. I have also been seeking lots of feedback both by reading my works aloud and through having others read and write comments and suggestions. This is something that is incredibly important for writers. I don’t care if you want to publish or not. If you want to improve as a writer, you must seek feedback from those around you. Plus, it’s really nice to have someone or multiple someones you trust to read your works.

Those you trust to read your initial works are called First Readers. These are the people you trust to read your works and be honest about feedback. These are not those people you know are going to love your works because they love you. These are those who will read it and give good constructive criticism to help you improve. For me, I have my wolf pack, a small group of people I trust to be honest and positive and helpful. I do not trust anyone to review my works who is negative because negativity is the antithesis of creativity. Negativity murders creativity. That is not to say that my First Readers always give me feedback that says I’m great; rather, my First Readers critique my work using positive energy and language to give me feedback. Sometimes writers also have an Ideal Reader; that is, as a writer writes the story, she thinks about this one ideal reader and how to affect that person. The Ideal Reader is part of the audience no matter what a writer’s target audience is. I have one Ideal Reader, the person who I think of when I’m writing. He is always a part of my target audience. Everything I write, I think about how he will respond, what his critiques will be, and whether he’ll like the story or not. My First Readers and my Ideal Reader are both critical parts of my process. Without them, I would miss some really great opportunities.

Now, I don’t always do as they suggest. Sometimes, I just stay true to my story or characters no matter what others suggest. That’s okay. At least I know how some readers could respond. Part of peer review is realizing that you do not have to change everything everyone suggests. Sometimes you just have to ignore their critiques for one reason or another.

Peer review is not just important for creative work, but also for professional work. Even when I send an email, I have someone read through it just to make sure that I’m not making any basic mistakes. Of course, this is not for every email, but when I’m submitting something or sending an important email to my students or colleagues, I definitely seek peer review. Our peers can see mistakes that we overlook regardless of whether it’s a creative piece or an academic one.

Peer workshop is crucial for all writers. So if you haven’t done some good peer workshopping recently, it’s about time to join a writer’s group, call up your Ideal Reader, or find a group of First Readers you can trust. Our words are too important not to seek feedback.

Excited about Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I begin teaching a fiction writing class. I created this class five years ago for my school, and I absolutely love, love, love teaching it. The inspiration and ideas that come from this class are amazing. Really. I mean, if students enroll in this, they want to write. They aren’t taking it because it’s required; they’re taking it because they love words.

Best reasons to teach this class:

5. I feel the inspiration.
4. The students come out with their own inspiration.
3. Each student ends this class with something she/he can continue working on.
2. They feel so excited about words.
1. I help people with their writing.

Yeah, this class is worth the extra work. Okay, I’m going to rest now. I’ll need it!!!

I hope everyone is as excited about tomorrow as I am no matter your reason.