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Writing from the Beach
I’ve been writing since I was nine, and throughout this long, often rocky, career, I’ve always dreamed of writing in a house near the beach. I imagined a cold, winter beach, where I was the only person on a long stretch of sand. For me, staring at a stretch of water, preferably one that crashes and roars, gives me permission to write the stories that have rattled around in my head every day of my life. When I chased grasshoppers in the empty lot across the street from the projects where I grew up, I longed for those days when my father would pile all of us into the Buick…
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Writing Through the Tears
The Virginia Center for the Creative Arts in Sweetbriar accommodates approximately 24 artists on a piece of property that rambles lazily over hills and pastureland. A hundred-year-old stone barn houses studios of all shapes and sizes so that everyone can be satisfactorily creative. Every evening after dinner, the artists, musicians, writers, composers, and artisans who have worked all day on their various projects commune in a room where a piano gets center stage and a fireplace fills one wall. The fire reflects warmly off a wall of sliding glass doors that look spectacular when the fire spreads to the roof . . . but that’s another story. At one of…
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Writing and Teaching
Good morning, and welcome! Sometimes we draw back the curtains on the artistic world, and it still seems glamorous, yet vague, to those who aren’t in the business of creating. It definitely can be mystifying, even to those of us who create, to describe that process to people who don’t live in our heads (I live in my head all the time — and I bet any amount of money you’re saying the same thing right now). I talked about my cross-country tour to promote my new novel, The Mourning Parade, last year, but that novel is doing its thing without me now (though I still love to talk about…
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