Six

Maddie looks on

You cannon possess me for I belong to myself
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give
You cannon command me, for I am a free person
But I shall serve you in those ways you require
and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand

I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night and
the eyes into which I smile in the morning
I pledge to you the first bite of my meat and the first drink from my cup
I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care
I shall be a shield for your back and you for mine
I shall not slander you, nor you me
I shall honor you above all others, and when we quarrel we shall do so in
private and tell no strangers our grievances

This is my wedding vow to you
This is the marriage of equals.

Six years ago, we vowed to be each other’s shield, to engage in a marriage of equals.

Six years ago, we made the most meaningful promise of our lives.

I am so glad we did.

Guest Post: Charlotte Rains Dixon on Connection

I’m so pleased that Charlotte Rains Dixon accepted my invitation to write about her delightful novel and protagonist. You can read my review of the novel here.

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In the first chapter of my just-published novel, Emma Jean’s Bad Behavior, the heroine, novelist Emma Jean Sullivan, has a problem (well, she has several of them, but the others don’t become evident until later on in the book).

Emma Jean realizes she has no friends.

She has family, with whom she has an assortment of affinities, most of them not very close.

She has colleagues.

And she has fans, the grandiose word she uses for her readers.

But Emma Jean has no friends.

And every woman needs friends.  We need friends to meet at Happy Hour for a glass of wine.  To parse confusing knitting patterns.  To talk about men.  To bond over a beloved book.  To discuss the day’s news.

In short, we need friends for a sense of connection.

 So Emma Jean, feeling this lack, sets off on a path to make friends.  (Really, its one friend because she can only come up with a single candidate.) And while her efforts meet with varying degrees of success, what happens over the course of the novel is that Emma Jean finds that missing sense of connection, in totally surprising ways.

And her life changes for the better.

Emma Jean learns what many of us already know—that relationships transform our world.  This simple fact is one reason I love writing and reading women’s fiction.  The genre focuses on relationships, and many women put relationships first in their own lives.  This used to be seen as weakness, but more and more it’s looked at as having the power to transform our world.

In the recent book The Bond, author Lynne McTaggart writes, with well-researched scientific backing, of the power of connection, and maintains that strong relationships are the most important aspect of a harmonious life.  And that achieving a harmonious life is the key to a successful future for this planet.

That’s exactly what Emma Jean learns over the course of the novel: that life is simply better when you’ve got friends.

In writing the novel, I learned to value my friends and family even more.  I’ve probably always been guilty of valuing love in all its forms over anything else in my life (including money) and since going on the journey with Emma Jean, I’ve vowed to no longer feel like this is a weakness.

Instead I believe that by focusing on connection, I—along with all my female brethren—am changing the world.

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Charlotte Rains Dixon mentors creative writers from passionate to published. Charlotte is a free-lance journalist, ghostwriter, and author. She is Director Emeritus and a current mentor at the Writer’s Loft, a certificate writing program at Middle Tennessee State University. She earned her MFA in creative writing from Spalding University and is the author of a dozen books, including The Complete Guide to Writing Successful Fundraising Letters, and Beautiful America’s Oregon Coast. Her fiction has appeared in The Trunk, Santa Fe Writer’s Project, Nameless Grace, andSomerset Studios and her articles have been published in Vogue Knitting, the Oregonian, and Pology, to name a few. Her novel, Emma Jean’s Bad Behavior, was just published. Visit her blog at www.charlotterainsdixon.com, where you can find all kinds of tips and techniques on writing and creativity.

Rest

It’s hard to know what to say. My heart aches for everyone affected by the Boston Marathon bombings. When I heard about them, I fell into a spiral of feeling exactly like I did following 9/11 when I watched the Towers burn from my train platform.

Today many students on my campus looked stunned, worried. A lot of them come from the Boston area. I worked with one student who could barely hold herself together, and despite my efforts to get her to our crisis counseling, she refused, saying she had to just keep working and deal with her feelings later. While we worked together, she was getting texts from her sister, who had been evacuated from her school in the Boston area. It’s hard to be away from home during crisis. That’s what my student was feeling.

An amazing colleague ran the marathon, finishing not long before the explosions. I can only imagine how she will be affected as time goes on. But you know what she’s doing? She’s helping to organize a fun run near our campus as a way to heal and raise funds for One Fund Boston. I’ll be there. I’m sure all see a lot of my colleagues and students out walking and running, too.

Knitters and crocheters, you can read this post and donate some hand-crafted comfort to Krystle Campbell’s family.

This terrific Amy Poehler video is a good reminder. Sometimes we just need to rest our eyes.

And, Boston: this New Englander who has always loved New York best…she’s got you in her heart. Always.

Wishing you all a restful weekend.

On Professional Envy

I tell my creative writing students that they should be envious. They should seek out the moments in the stories, essays, poems we read when they feel that ugly emotion, notice it, and then dig into the work to understand what they envy.

It’s how my writing teachers trained me to read. Reading this way means I will always have writing mentors, and they will be at my finger tips night and day.

There’s a different kind of envy, one that feels less useful: professional envy.

Lately I’ve felt it when I

  • get a rejection email the same day a friend gets an acceptance
  • notice a less experienced blogger has a higher subscription number than I do
  • am passed over for promotion
  • fail to get a grant

Envy is ugly. Today as I felt it, felt myself spinning into a dark place of telling myself nothing I do is good enough, I paused.

What if I treated professional envy the same way I was trained to treat writerly envy?

What if, instead of feeling ugly, I could find a way to feel hopeful?

What if I

  • ask friends with recent acceptances to share their submission strategies?
  • use my blogging experiences to write more guest posts and meet new subscribers?
  • write about my experiences as contingent faculty?
  • create a spreadsheet with upcoming application deadlines, similar to Liana’s 5-yr writing Excel sheet

A conversation on Twitter gave me some ideas, too:

  • Dig in to compete with myself more
  • Focus on my accomplishments and allow myself to feel proud
  • Quiet my mind with deep breaths
  • Don’t compare my inside to someone else’s outside
  • Revel in my awesome
  • If all else fails, bake

I suspect a lot of creative professionals feel similar envy. I strive to lift up my friends, to celebrate their triumphs, and I’ll continue to do so. Starting today, I’ll also acknowledge my professional envy and harness it to help me achieve my own dreams.

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Emma Jean: a Review

EJLet me start by saying I’ve studied with Charlotte Rains Dixon and think highly of her. Perhaps our relationship will color my review, but I’m going to imagine it won’t.

Notice the photo: it was a Sunday night, my favorite night for a long bubbly soak. Notice the book: Emma Jean’s Bad Behavior. I’m here to tell you that a soak (or a blanket on the beach, or a cozy chair by the fire) is the perfect setting for reading this delightful novel. I want, in fact, to call it a romance novel, because I believe it is. Not a romance between a couple, although there is that in spades, but a romance between the heroine and herself. She faces the truth that her life is not what she imagined it to be, and she struggles with that truth until she reaches an understanding of what it is she actually wants from life and how close she is to having that authentic experience she craves. And learns to love herself and her life in a new way during her journey.

Dixon writes with a voice that is fun to read, and Emma Jean is so flawed as a person that I can’t help but adore her. Here’s an excerpt from my GoodReads review:

 I want to crawl into the pages of the novel and be the friend she’s desperate to find. Emma Jean is a seeker. She’s seeking love, happiness, enlightenment, recognition, connection. She’s seeking to understand what it means to be a 48-year-old woman who no longer recognizes her life. Having found my own life unrecognizable at times, I related to her.

While at times the pace feels rushed, I never once believed the author was not in control. In fact, after finishing the book, it occurred to me that the pacing changes reflect Emma Jean’s own changes in thinking…the moments when she feels a bit wild with trying so hard to understand, and the moments when she sinks into what life has handed her.

I could not put the book down as I read the last 100 pages. I confess to my own bad behavior in ignoring the world for an afternoon so I could see what would become of Emma Jean.

Want to know?

She becomes even more endearing.

I’ll say it again.

I adore Emma Jean. Her gumption, her hope, her vulnerability.

You probably will, too.

Charlotte Rains Dixon will make a guest appearance at PoMo Golightly soon. In the meantime, give yourself a few hours of pleasure and spend it with Emma Jean!

Why, Hello, Lambikins

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March arrived like a little lamb; we all know what that means. Brace yourselves!

March marks National Crochet Month and Women’s History Month, and I thought I’d write about both this month…and sometimes both together.

I’ll start by asking you two questions:

1. What do you like about crochet (don’t crochet? what’s stopping you?)

2. Who is a woman you admire (from history, public life, or your personal life) and why?

If you have a blog and write about either crochet or women’s history, be sure to leave a link. I’d love to read what you have to say on either topic!

 

 

A Manifesto

Since 2009, I’ve had my Open Road Writing shingle out. I’ve worked with some great clients in the last few years. Lately, though, I’ve realized something: I compartmentalize too much. I write about writing over there, and about crafting and daily life here. But what I really believe is that they are all mashed together. The work that I’m doing at ORW all too often veers into work that I’m doing because I know I can make money at it, not because it is the work that I love.

And the point of putting out my shingle was to do more work that I love.

So this year, my lucky 13 year, I’m going to embark on a little experiment, and I hope you, my beloved PoMoGolighly readers and friends will come along.

I’m going to see what happens when I integrate the different parts of my life, when I live the tag line “crafting words and fiber” here instead of in two different places.

I’m hanging out a new shingle, one in which I invite you to permit me to help you to share your stories, to help you craft your words and fiber with confidence and gusto. I’m bringing my in-person writing and crafting workshops and classes online, and I’m looking forward to working and playing with you in a new way.

As I close up Open Road Writing, as I love the fail of that experiment, I’ve crafted a manifesto to guide me on my new adventure:

I believe that everyone has a story to tell.
I believe in cooperation, not competition.
I believe in emotional truth and authenticity.
I believe in blurring the boundary between work and play.
I believe in a beginner’s mind.
I believe crafting connects me to my past and my future.
I believe in kindness.
I believe in calm, in playfulness, in organization, in chaos.
I believe in community.
I believe I exist to share my stories, my vision of a beautiful world and to help others to share their own stories and visions.

As I embark on my changes, I invite you to reflect on your own. Share your own manifesto in the comments or leave a link to your manifesto on your blog.

Love the Fail

I posted this on my Open Road Writing blog in early December. As I undertake some (for me) big changes, I wanted to revisit the idea of loving the fail.

Fail.

It’s a word that should make me shudder. It should make me anxious. It should make me afraid. Instead, it makes me straighten my shoulders, take a deep breath, and relax.

When I fail, I win.

Before you shake your head and click away, disgusted by this paradox, let me assure you that I do not seek to fail. But I don’t really seek to win, either.

I seek to try.
I seek to learn.
I seek to change.
I seek to grow.

I am a curious person, and writing enables me to explore the world. I write about what I know. I write about my questions. I write about what I want to learn. It’s a messy business. And I fail a lot. I get rejection emails for stories that I know have merit. Proposals don’t get accepted. Blog posts don’t garner comments.

Here’s the thing, though. Each time I fail, just as Henry Ford said, I have the opportunity to begin again more intelligently.

And if the results are not what I wanted or expected, I can mine them and learn.

What’s the point of musing on failure?

Simply this: I want to encourage you, along with myself, to love the fail. When we’re willing to love the fail, we’re willing to take risks, to do authentic work, to learn, to grow.

Loving the fail means we can write in the face of rejection. Because it is the writing, the continuing to write, not the acceptance of the writing, that matters.

Go on, then. Fail. But give that fail all you’ve got.

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