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Back to the Rough Road of Writing

Yesterday, I showed my fiction classes a clip of an interview with the Irish writer Roddy Doyle. At one point, he’s asked if he likes writing and he says that there are times (winning the Man Booker Prize for instance) … Continue reading

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A Final Entry Concerning AWP 2011

So, it comes down to this. I won’t be writing about AWP anymore. Until next year, at least. And then only if I decide to trek to the windy city for four days in February. For anyone who has been … Continue reading

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Other Things of Note from AWP

A list: Great reading by Colson Whitehead. He opened by saying, “Normally on Fridays, I spend the afternoon weeping over my failures and regrets, so this is a nice change.” He then read a segment of his novel Sag Harbor, … Continue reading

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More from AWP

Some of my favorite things of this years conference: 1. Taking the train. Seriously. I canceled my flights and took the train there and back and I’m sold. The ride was longer, but I arrived more relaxed than I do … Continue reading

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Breakfast companions

My former teachers Jill McCorkle and Richard Bausch (in hat) and Pulitzer Prize winning author Richard Ford after a surprising breakfast. ‘Twas a nice way to start the day.

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The Overlords

At Union Station, just before my getaway. 

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Sunrise from the train

On the way home from AWP, woke to see the sun rippling through these trees.

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Letting it Happen

The AWP 2011 Conference has come and gone. Many thousands of writers descended upon the nation’s capital for three (or four, or five in some cases) days of intensive and often exhausting conversations, panels, readings, meetings, greetings, wanderings, searchings, tweetings, … Continue reading

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On the bus

On the bus headed to a train. Getting out of New England before the snow messes up all travel. Leaving for AWP a day early. The things I do for the sake of writing. I already miss my family. Listening … Continue reading

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