Where I am this month: the Anderson Center at Tower View, an artist residency in Red Wing, Minnesota. I’m writing and revising, and trying to get out of my way to work.
So here’s something my friend Geeta wrote recently about time, grief, and writing that resonated with me:
One day, around the time my parents died, I finally understood that time isn’t an infinite, renewable resource. After the grief, came the despair. I added up all the wasted hours. So many, with people I didn’t like doing things I didn’t care about. Of course, I couldn’t actually add up all my wasted hours because I never kept track of them. This was a period when I didn’t keep a journal or a schedule on paper. Even when I began writing seriously, I paid little attention to how I used my time. I measured my progress by how many pages I filled, how many drafts I wrote, publications. This last item seems a little insane now because rejections for my stories far outnumbered acceptances (and still do)…
I don’t want to live the rest of my life regretting things. You don’t either. Geeta makes a good case for how to spend your time on what counts (if writing deeply and daily counts to you). You can read the rest of her essay / blog post here…
At Blue Mountain Center, in the boathouse, 2014
I’m just back to the world after a beautiful five-day artist residency at the wonderful Blue Mountain Center in the Adirondacks. It was a transformative opportunity to connect with other writers, artists, and activists, and a welcome chance to disconnect from the internet and the everyday demands of our jobs and lives.
I was especially grateful to have time to reflect and write at the end of my first year teaching at a new school.
The other residents and myself on the front steps of BMC. This is writer Elizabeth Graver’s photo.
guest post at Rochester Arts Blog–
Over the last ten years, I have had the opportunity to spend time at a few different artist colonies including Blue Mountain Center (the Adirondacks), The Millay Colony (Hudson Valley area), Ragdale (Chicago area), and Sanskriti (New Delhi, India). Wherever you are geographically, a residency at an artist colony means the gift of time to read and write and create.