Elsewhere on the web:
-->Jehanne's post on settling in in Chestertown, combined with my time in Wyoming, fills me with a desire to try living in a smaller community. Not just a Charlottesville-sized burg, but something even more centralized. The only problem is that I'm not willing to give up my DC identity to do it. Hmmmm. I suspect that in New York City, people solve this issue by reducing their "town" to their borough or part of Manhattan.
-->A great little interview with Laurel Snyder, in which she gives an honest (really honest!) account of her workday.
-->Courtesy of Leslie's "Guests in Progress" feature, Kim Roberts of Beltway has announced a Summer 2009 Snail Mail Challenge. I agree with her central premise: that real, actual mail at an art colony is a mystical thing. Brother, can't you spare a stamp?
-->My friend Kevin Wilson is probably crazed right now with serving as Secretary for the Sewanee Writing Conference. If you go to Sewanee or any conference, never forget that the staff is all rock star writers/lovers of writing too. Exhibit A: Kevin's book, Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, which got awesome reviews everywhere from The New York Times to BOMB.
I am struggling with an application that asks for a sample of my "best, finished work." The problem: this application is entirely focused on a nonfiction project, and uses nonfiction-writing recommenders. My strongest published work to date is probably from the poetry world. We're talking a substantial number of pages requested--too many to satisfy with just a handful of Washington Post columns. What to send? Do other cross-genre authors struggle with this?
In a similar vein, earlier in the Spring I sent out my first of these nonfiction-focused applications. I just found out I did not win the fellowship, but the person I lost to...is a onetime professor of mine. That's a loss I'm proud to take.
Shopping at Trader Joe's seems to be all about learning which fresh produce they handle well, and which is consistently meh. Bluberries? Yes. Stir-fry greens? No. Carrot juice? Past expiration. Daffodils? Yes. Dahlias? Dead by day 3. Sliced turkey breast? Absolutely. Avocado? Unripe as rocks.
I have not read a book since returning home. I miss reading! Does anyone have recommendations from the realms of 1) food writing, 2) memoir, or 3) funny or surreal short story collections?
(Reminder to self: must put up additional book shelving in my office.)