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Published Book Prizes, Grant Writing Tips, and more helpful links
If you've been reading my blog you know I've been wrestling with grant applications; here's Susan Rich's terrifically helpful tips for applying to grants:
http://thealchemistskitchen.blogspot.com/2012/01/grant-proposals-some-random-thoughts.html?showComment=1327471180104#c5106411319332706938
I'm finally done; now all I have to do is bite my nails while waiting for results!
And, in case you, like me, just had a book come out last year, Jessica Goodfellow supplies a great list of post-publication prizes here (some of which I had never heard of:)
http://jessicagoodfellow.blogspot.com/2011/04/post-publication-book-contests.html
I'm not going to go to this year's AWP, so I'm relying on you guys to report back with all the news, gossip, how awesome Margaret Atwood's keynote might be, etc. Sorry to miss you! Can't wait til AWP is in my backyard...
Having a harder time locating a house here that I was hoping; I guess one-story homes on the East side of Seattle are sort of rare, and it seems no one wants to sell their houses now that prices are so low, so there's very little inventory of any sort. Because we're going FHA, we have to avoid most condos, so that eliminates those possibilities. Tough stuff!
I found out from my publisher that I've sold about eleven times as many paper copies of She Returns to the Floating World as e-book copies. So I'm providing a link here and reminding you this great-looking (if I do say so myself - but seriously, Kitsune Books did a great job of formatting the poems) e-book is only $3.50, people! If you haven't picked up a copy of my book yet, or you were wavering, this is your chance - go go go!
Labels: AWP, e-book sales versus paper books, grant applications, home shopping tougher than advertised, Jessica Goodfellow, post-publication book prizes, Susan Rich
Of Lamb mini-review and exciting news at Hugo House!
Lately I’ve been fascinated by collaborations between poets and artists, and none that I’ve seen is as successful as Matthea Harvey and Amy Jean Porter’s Of Lamb. It started as a poetic erasure of a biography of Charles Lamb by Lord David Cecil and became a weird and wonderful midrash of the story of Mary and her little Lamb. Lamb and Mary go on adventures, fall in and out of love and asylums; the pictures bloom out of the few lines of poetry/story on every page. A sample scene to your left. Amy Jean Porter’s colorful gouache and ink paper paintings have a bit of children’s book aesthetic mixed with a touch of Japanese “Superflat” cuteness and surreality. The tone of Matthea’s work goes perfectly with the paintings, and the paintings and text work together; each lends the other depth and nuance. The writing is surprisingly moving as well as playful; the true story of Charles Lamb's troubled relationship with his beloved older sister, Mary, lies right beneath the Mary-Little-Lamb trope. I highly recommend this book! It definitely expands the idea of what a poetry book can do and can be.
Exciting news at Richard Hugo House here in Seattle! Tree Swenson is leaving her post as executive director of the Academy of American Poets to become the new director of our own Hugo House! I'm very happy to hear this, and look forward to seeing in what direction Tree will encourage the Hugo House in the future. Congrats to Hugo House and I know Seattle will be happy to have Tree Swenson in town!
Labels: Amy Jean Porter, Hugo House, Matthea Harvey, Of Lamb, Tree Swenson
A few cheerful January bits of news!
Prairie Schooner had one of my poems, "Knoxville, 1979" as their featured poem today:
http://prairieschooner.unl.edu/?q=knoxville-1979
It's part of my "The Robot Scientist's Daughter" manuscript, so that's always a bonus. Did I mention that "prairie" is one of those words that my dyslexia makes really difficult for me to type?
And, my review of Steve Fellner's The Weary World Rejoices went up on The Rumpus!
I had my first acceptance of the year this morning, and sent off a new project to a trusted adviser. I'm banging on my writing samples for these two grant proposals, and then off they will go! A little snow, flu, and other such petty discouragements can't keep me down...well, not for long.
Labels: good things on a grey January Saturday, Knoxville 1979, Prairie Schooner, Steve Fellner, The Rumpus Reviews, The Weary World Rejoices
Cabin Fever
Yes, I haven't left my apartment in three days due to Seattle's Snowpocalypse 2012. I also had a light fixture shatter on top of my head and a giant computer crash that ate four days of writing work. Then it snowed again, then it iced up. I watched three different pickup trucks today try to drag a car out of a ditch beside a stop sign outside my apartment, and then only succeed in banging the car hard sideways against the stop sign, with the driver inside. Ouch. This was not, as you may understand, much encouragement for me to try to send myself out into the world. Did I mention a foot of snow with a layer of ice outside?So, I also started working on two grant applications, which is probably the least life-affirming thing an artist can do with themselves. I have a stack of magazines, library books, bad television on the DVR, gluten-free blueberry muffins...but what I wish I was doing with all this spare time trapped in my apartment was writing up a storm. Creative energy has been lost in a net of trying to describe my last three years of writing projects in an intelligent and cogent way and learning about the difference between escrow and earnest money and corian versus concrete countertops. See why I haven't been blogging?
Has January given you cabin fever yet? Any recommended cures? Tomorrow I'm hoping to actually leave the apartment complex, for real. I've got chains on my car tires and everything, so no matter what the weather throws at me, I'll be ready. The fresh air will knock my brains back in order. And I got a look at Matthea Harvey's fantastic new Lamb, which I promise to review here soon!
Labels: cabin fever, grant applications, Seattle snowpocalypse
Eye to the Telescope, Indiana Review, burned out cars
From my editor's note: "The two most common complaints I hear about contemporary poetry are that 1. it is boring, and 2. it is too difficult to understand. I'm hoping that you, dear reader, find that these poems will challenge both of those assumptions. We have a Barbie doll speaking from Mars here, Alice from Wonderland going on a date with Frankenstein’s monster. These escapades are accessible, entertaining, dramatic—in short, they make poetry fun."
So go check it out! Poets include Oliver de la Paz, Kelli Russell Agodon, Celia Lisset Alvarez, Lana H. Ayers, Mary Agner, Kristin Berkey-Abbott - just a host of fabulous poets, some already known to me, some brand new!
In other news of new issues of literary journals, Indiana Review's new issue is out, called Winter 2011 (although it is already 2012...) which has one of my favorite "Robot Scientist's Daughter" poems, "The Robot Scientist's Daughter [in films.]" Possibly because it has killer shrews in it. It's such a consistently fun journal to read, I'm proud to be a part of it!
I had a dream last night that involved driving a car that was "burned out" from the inside-out. Is this a metaphor for my current state of mind? I would like the metaphor of my life to not be a burned-out car. I think sometimes I get so revved up, only to get let down - I need to learn to use a bit of cruise control in terms of my energy and workloads.
Labels: burned out cars and dreamin of cruise control, Eye to the Telescope Issue 3 Persona Poetry Issue, Indiana Review Winter 2011
New review for She Returns to the Floating World, New Poems, New Vistas...
With this latest bug I've had, I've been running high fevers, especially in the evenings, and waking up every night at 3 and 4 in the morning. Now I've got Murakami's IQ84 audio book on my CD player in the bedroom, so I can listen to it when I wake up and can't get back to sleep. Last night, I actually had an idea about feral princesses and prophets for a poem at 4 AM - I'm so happy I wrote it down because when I woke up for real this morning, I had a new poem I was actually pretty happy with (especially since I wrote it in a daze in the middle of the night.)
I have a confession, though I know it's not confession Tuesday: this last week with the flu, I've started watching the Home and Garden network shows, like "Property Virgins" and "House Hunters." I'm trying to remember the language of floor plan, square footage, and closing costs. It's been too many years, and the processes have changed a lot, since the last time I did this. I watched a single girl in Seattle buy a $275K one bedroom, one bath condo in Ballard. (Where I grew up, $150K bought you a two-story four-bedroom home - and probably still does today. So.)
I've also been trying to write a little creative non-fiction. What I struggle with is setting a scene, slowly, building suspense, extending scenes with dialogue and description. So many years of poetry has taught me to condense, to capture a moment in as few words as possible. It's like retraining muscles. Got to learn to create new vistas for my readers, for myself.
Labels: HGTV, house hunting again, new poems in the middle of the night, She Returns to the Floating World reviews
January Recovery - No, not the economy! Me!
On the plus side, I discovered what everyone else already had: Glenn brought me home the DVD of season 1 of "Downton Abbey," which I am now addicted to.
I will confess I am looking for permanent places to live. After a dozen years as a footloose renter. It's frightening - but thrilling. I'm straightening up errors on my credit report, saving money, getting pre-approved. All that kind of business. Next step: actually visiting houses we can afford. Which could be dis-spiriting. I hope not. The reality of home ownership is so much scarier than just picking an apartment to live in for a year or two. Half of the places the realtor sent us were awful, and the other half were in retirement condo communities. (Is she trying to tell us something?)
And I'm working. Revising my third (and fourth) poetry manuscripts. Writing new poems. Laboring on my prose projects. Trying to envision bigger and better things for my work life. (Paying work. Yes. More of that. See: house.) Trying to aim higher. Trying to expect more, to resist discouragement and cowardice. In the next couple of months, two big grant applications. I'm trying to say yes to the universe, to allow my world to expand a little bit, to include more people, more books, more projects. And reading reading reading.
It's recovery time, 2012. Time for us all to recover from the buffeting of the last few years, to let the year of the dragon bring us wonder and luck.
Labels: poetry versus prose, recovery time, rent versus own
