
Read the rest of my column remembering Sue Grafton by clicking here.
NOTE: This originally ran as my Literary Life column for the Dayton Daily News on January 7, 2018.)
Remembering Sue Grafton’s generous writing life and local literary ties Literary Life Column:1/7/2018 ![]() "Those comments were pure gold. By giving me a critique that both affirmed what I was doing well and provided specific areas to improve, Sue not only helped me with my manuscript, but taught me how to teach. I went home and studied everything I could about dialogue..." Read the rest of my column remembering Sue Grafton by clicking here. NOTE: This originally ran as my Literary Life column for the Dayton Daily News on January 7, 2018.)
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![]() NOTE: This originally ran as my Literary Life column for the Dayton Daily News on August, 20, 2017.) Here in the Greater Miami Valley, there’s a not-well-kept secret among writers (as well as those who love to read and are fascinated by the writing life). And here it is: you want to subscribe to Fred Marion’s email newsletter. Now, that may seem a little odd. Who in the world wants *more* email, and why, of all things, a newsletter? Because Fred’s weekly email newsletter is part poetic homage to the writing life, part insight into the creative process, part inspiration, and part events calendar. And it adds up to a whole that is a love letter to writing and the creative process. Not in a goopy, drippy way. Remember, being in love can include some angst. His email newsletter—the one bit of email I eagerly and actively look for each week—covers everything from an ode to libraries, the “paradox in art” of needing to look both inward and outward, family life and art, the danger of fear leading us to live lives we never wanted, and oh so much more. Fred grew up in the Dayton area, attended Wright State University, graduating with a degree in English with a focus in creative writing in 2002, spent seven years as a journalist, and now works as a freelance marketing writer and web designer. He always loved creative writing, but says he became serious about it when his wife became pregnant with their first child. “Knowing we were going to have a kid was a huge wakeup call for me. I always wanted to write a book,” Fred says. “I thought, how can I say ‘follow your dreams!’ to our child, if I wasn’t doing it myself? Somehow, I managed to crank out a draft before our daughter was born. I shopped my book around, but didn’t get great results. I decided I needed a community.” Fred, who lives in Bellbrook with his wife and children, says he started going to literary events in the area. At an Antioch Writers’ Workshop event, he met author Kristina McBride (www.kristinamcbride.com) and hired her to review his book through The Write Sisters (www.writesistersconsulting.com). (Disclosure: I am a member of The Write Sisters.) “Her feedback helped me know how to revise my novel, a middle grade story about orphans with super powers,” Fred says. “That revision was good enough for me to land a good literary agent. I’m working on another round of revision with my agent.” But based on Fred’s sentiments in his email newsletter, the journey is as important—if not more so—than the results. “When I started going to literary events in the Dayton area, I found myself almost overwhelmed by the opportunities to meet other writers, whether as a writer or reader,” Fred says. “I started a website, DaytonLit.com, almost as a calendar for myself to keep track. Then, a few people wanted the information in an email newsletter. And I thought I’d add some of my experiences and thoughts about my writing journey.” Fred’s email newsletter started with three subscribers two years ago. Through word of mouth, it now has 235 subscribers. “My style as a writer is confessional and vulnerable,” Fred says. “I remember going to a talk by Richard Paul Evans and his book The Christmas Box at Books & Co. and someone commented his writing was too confessional, putting too much out there. But he said that’s what a writer does, and if a writer isn’t willing to do that, they should get a different job. I hear that in back of my mind a lot. I want my writing to be true and honest. I apply that to my life and turn that into a brief essay in my newsletter.” “My dream,” Fred adds, “is that a someday, someone will say, ‘Fred, I’ve been a subscriber and your newsletter inspired me to take art class or write first book.’” Read some of Fred’s work and subscribe to Fred’s email newsletter at his website, www.DaytonLit.com, or his website http://fredrickmarion.com. ![]() NOTE: This originally appeared in my Literary Life column for the Dayton Daily News on May 31, 2015. An award-winning cookbook author with local ties to the Dayton/Cincinnati region has put a taste of our area into her debut novel. Judith Fertig (www.judithfertig.com) grew up in Reading just outside of Cincinnati and was the first in her family to go to college. She attended Wittenberg University in Springfield, and there studied English, graduating with a B.A. in 1972. “I still remember how much I cherished the treat of my mom and dad coming to whisk me away and come to Dayton to have dinner at the Pine Club,” Judith says. “Though I loved my classes at Wittenberg, it was definitely a treat to get away from cafeteria food and savor an excellent meal.” She says her time at Wittenberg taught her how to be a fast writer, and then revise deeply, and that has been a big boon to her career as a writer, especially when creating articles on tight deadlines. Before delving into that career, however, Judith taught high school English after graduation, married, earned her M.A. in Humanities from Ohio State University in 1981 and eventually settled in Kansas City with her family. Her love of excellent food led her to become... I'm delighted that a short short story of mine is published in the newest issue of Chagrin River Review, which launched today. Here are the opening lines to tempt you... Driving down Blossom Ridge Road she sees the barn again when it’s half gone, the route an involuntary reflex minutes after the call: Zoe! Your father! His heart! This time, this time…—a nearly forgotten after school back road short cut to what used to be home. Want to read the rest (and all the other stories and poems)? Here's the link! http://www.chagrinriverreview.com/issue-5-fall-2014.html ![]() Today marks my last day as this year's John E. Nance Writer-in-Residence at Thurber House in Columbus, Ohio. I came on Sept. 29 with 15 months' worth of writing, re-writing, researching, brainstorming, character-creating and outlining completed for my novel-in-progress, only about 125 polished pages, and the rather extreme goal of completing that novel. Before I pack up and head back home today, I want to summarize my experiences while still living, for a few more hours at least, in the third-floor apartment at the Thurber House. And then I'll let you know. Ghosts Let's get this--ghosts, no-such-thing-as-ghosts, maybe-yes-maybe-no-ghosts--out of the way first. Truth be told, I don't think much about ghosts, although I do love a good ghost story, and even have an idea for a fun one that I might (or might not) someday write. It never crossed my mind that Thurber House might be associated with ghosts... until I received news of this residency. Then, it seemed, everyone kept saying to me: "You know Thurber House is haunted, right?" Turns out, there's even a Ghost Hunters episode about Thurber House. No, I haven't watched it. Yes, I probably will eventually. (I actually hadn't even heard of the Ghost Hunters TV show before this residency. Read the whole blog and maybe, just maybe, you'll find a link to the episode at the end!) So since I know I'm going to be asked "did you experience any ghosts?" I'll just answer right here: probably not. Well, maybe. After I'd been here about a week, I woke early one morning, about 6:15, to the distinctive sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The sound was definitely not birds or branches or the expected pops and creaks of a 140ish years old house. My very first thought? "Oh, wow, Susanne is in early!" Susanne is the program director; the residency apartment occupies most of the third floor, but Susanne's office is in a room on the other side of the apartment door. So, I went about my morning ablutions, and then popped out to tease Susanne about coming in so early. But Susanne wasn't there. In fact, the Thurber House employees didn't arrive until 8 a.m. or so. I've since been told this is the sound that inspired Thurber's story, "The Night The Ghost Got In." So... ghostly mischievousness? Or a writer with a big imagination hearing some ordinary sound, in the early twilight, and interpreting the sound as footsteps? Sorry, I'm going with the latter. But it did make me think about ghosts. And here's the conclusion at which I arrived: if there are ghosts at Thurber House, then there are ghosts pretty much everywhere, and thus I've been walking amid ghosts my whole life. There is nothing I can do about the existence of ghosts (or the non-existence), so I'm fine either way. The Residency Itself ![]() I've been asked a few times by local high schools if a student who is interested in being a writer could job shadow me. I've always said "no," or offered to meet the student at the school to answer questions about writing careers, because this is what the poor student would otherwise have to do: Watch my yoga-pants-and-t-shirt-wearing self frown, grump and/or type at my computer or write in a notebook or stare in space. For hours. The most interesting part of the poor kid's day would be observing me pour a fresh cup of coffee, or suddenly stop writing and start pantomiming wildly with gestures or punches or expressions as I try to figure out just how to describe said actions. If you'd been with me at the residency, that's what you'd have observed me doing, for 10 or so hours a day, with a few breaks here and there for yoga, meditating and walking. I did take some longer breaks to enjoy Columbus--the art museum, the Franklin Park Conservatory, browsing at a great vintage shop called Flower Child in the Short North, and dining at Katzinger's Deli, Jeni's Splendid Ice Cream, and Rubino's Pizza. And of course I enjoyed getting to know the wonderful staff at Thurber House, and exploring the historic, beautiful first and second floors. Which makes the month sound boring... except it wasn't. It was glorious. What a gift... spending a whole month on solely delving into my novel-in-progress, hanging out with my characters, writing, re-writing, polishing, tucked away in a comfy, cozy, quiet apartment. (As part of the terms of the residency, I did lead two brief evening writing classes and give a reading of my work-in-progress, but other than that, I was writing. And occasionally pantomiming.) Such concentrated time, away from all obligations other than the rudimentary needs of being human... ah! Joy. The residency came at a perfect time, both creatively and personally. Creatively, I had reached the point in my current project where I simply needed to concentrate on pushing through to "the end." Personally, I'm wise enough to know this kind of opportunity is extremely rare, and I didn't squander a bit of the time. What's more, our kids are grown (one in college, one just graduated from college and working at her first professional job), so though of course I missed my husband, taking time away wasn't as complicated as it would have been just a few years ago. It sounds odd--after all, I've had ten novels published, been a weekly newspaper columnist for 12 years, and direct a writers' workshop, but the experience also affirmed that I Am A Writer. Affirmation, though, isn't something we 'arrive' at and never need again. I think we all need re-affirmation time and again of ourselves as beloved, as creative, as worthy, and this residency was a delightful reaffirmation of myself as a creative writer. ![]() So, Did I Meet That Goal? On October 18, I hit "The End." I made myself take 24 hours to just relax... I went to a movie, binge-watched Parks and Recreation, napped, walked, met a cousin who lives in Columbus for coffee, talked with my husband and daughters, shopped a bit at Flower Child. (I purposefully didn't bring any books with me for pleasure reading; I only brought books for research, two inspirational writing books--"The Mindful Writer" and "Seven Steps on the Writer's Path" and my well-worn copy of the Tao.) And yet, the demons rushed in. Remember how I said I don't actually believe there are ghosts? (Or if there are, I don't believe I can sense/experience them?) Well, that doesn't mean I don't believe we aren't all haunted. That demons--of doubt, despair, fear, apprehension--don't find us all from time to time. Or maybe even pretty often. Somehow, I always forget how vulnerable I am to my own 'haunts' when I reach a major milestone, even an obviously positive, celebration-worthy one. Haunts about my work. Haunts, even, about my own worthiness as a person, what's more as a writer. So, it became very tempting to simply... delete everything. Toss it aside. Let those haunts possess me. Here's the thing about despair, though. It quickly becomes pretty boring. I finally gave myself the lecture I always give myself at these times: so what you've created might not please everyone? Well, d'oh! Of course it won't! So what? I don't like every book I read, movie I watch, art piece I observe, and so on. That doesn't mean it doesn't touch others... or that it wasn't important for the artist to create. What you've created might not find a publishing home? Well, d'oh! No one gets to create with a guarantee of success. In fact, such a guarantee would only stifle any real creativity. And so, even while still struggling with those haunts (which I share, because I think everyone has them, and it helps, doesn't it, to know we all do), I didn't delete everything I'd created. I've spent the last week copy-editing and proofing, and yesterday I sent the polished draft to my agent. What happens next? Well, obviously I hope she's enthusiastic about it. I'm sure (I hope!) she'll have suggestions for improving my novel. And then... we'll see. In any case, this has been an affirming, once-in-a-lifetime creative and personal experience for which I'll always be thankful, and will always cherish. P.S. And in case you really want to watch the Ghost Hunters episode about Thurber House, here's the link. ![]() “Note: This is from my Literary Life column, originally published in the Dayton Daily News on August 10, 2014. People are always amazed at the number of writers who come from Ohio,” says David Weaver, Executive Director of the The Ohioana Library Association, which is based in Columbus but which is dedicated to collecting, preserving and promoting the written work of Ohio’s writers, artists and musicians. “The list is amazing… Rita Dove, Toni Morrison, Paul Laurence Dunbar, James Thurber, Erma Bombeck… and that’s just getting started. Ohio writers not only contribute to our state’s legacy, but to our cultural legacy as a whole.” The Ohioana Library Association has a unique legacy itself, David says. “It’s not the state library; it’s a separate nonprofit organization. I don’t know of any other library that is exactly like Ohioana with a geography-based mission of collecting and preserving works by authors from a particular state and works about that state. We also never get rid of anything we collect; ours is an archival, permanent collection, in essence documenting through that collection the contribution of Ohio authors to our greater culture.” |
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...is a novelist, columnist, workshop director, instructor, and a pie enthusiast. As such, she blogs about the literary life, life in general, and pie. Definitely, pie. Archives
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