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Young Dreams

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My young dream was to be a performer or an athlete. I also said I wanted to be a writer. I know because I wrote all this down on a slip of paper that recently emerged while rifling through child-things at my great aunt’s house.

I also know it because I remember all the energy I used to put into performing. I wrote–short fictional stories–but not very often. I had too much movement in my body.
I’d acquired at least a little bit of skill and grace from the few years of ballet, jazz and acrobatics I took at the Dance Art Studio in Crescent City. And when I had an audience, boy-howdy I put on a show. My family called it “tumbling” but I’ve watched the home videos and what I was doing was acrobatic ballet: cart-wheel, round-off, pose, cart-wheel, round-off, pose.

I practically lived in a long-sleeve pink leotard and dreamed of owning sweats, leg warmers and new ballet shoes like the other girls. I’d carry it all in the “Twinkle Toes” ballet bag I saw on display at the Dance Art Studio. It cost thirty-five dollars. Which was even more money back in 1996.

I watched gymnastics on TV whenever I had the opportunity and thought for certain I was just a few lessons away from a double back layout and a spot on the floor at the Olympics.

Clearly I wasn’t, but once in acrobatics class when were learning back tucks (which is a back flip with no hands) my instructor was spotting me so I gave it my all. Seconds later when I was upright my teacher said “You just did it. I didn’t even touch you. You did it all on your own,” which drew the attention of the whole class, not because a back tuck hadn’t been done before, it had, but because I’d only been in acrobatics for a year or less (and just once a week)–the other girls had been going to the Dance Art Studio since infancy.

All I got from the girls was a long glance. No pat on the back.

In the upcoming months I would begin to wonder why my crotch smelt funny as we stretched and get self-conscious over my dirty socks.

I stopped going to dance, which no one in my family protested or gently encouraged me otherwise. I’ve always been able to do as I please. Just as I please.

I cut my hair and half-heartedly took up basketball, poetry and boys.

I’m kicking myself now because I was darn good. I’d nearly nailed my back hand spring with no spotter, I had a stage smile and good balance. And now I know that crotches just smell funny sometimes. Especially after excercise.

I could’ve really been something.

SPARK Update: 4 Days Remaining

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My assignment is to write a story (non-fiction or fiction, I’m writing non-fiction of course) in response to Helen Lewis’ One Red Elephant photograph. Just four days remain until we submit the final works—the “response pieces” if you will. I’m happy to share that I’ve written my story but as usual have overwritten and will need to cut in order to meet the 1,500 word limit. What I still need to do: edit, refine and type. Oh, and I don’t think I have a title yet. It’s always fun to title something, no?

In a few days I will share my response piece plus the photograph that Helen Lewis created in response to A Fortune Teller Once Told Me…(True Story).

Thanks for reading!

Visionboarding & Organization

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My Memoir Visionboard doubles as a place to keep organized. Notice the blank spaces, those are for writing my "scenes to-do lists" which are the scenes I need to write, and then I'll cross them out as I go. And the wheel in the middle is my "full-circle story", which reveals that I've not yet completed the beginning but have written much of the content in the middle.
My memoir Visionboard doubles as a place to keep organized. Notice the blank spaces, those are for writing my “scenes to-do lists” which are the scenes I still need to write ( I’ll cross them out as I go). And the wheel in the middle is my “full-circle story”, which shows the general idea of my memoir starting at the top and traveling counter clockwise.
My full-circle story diagram. Its a start. It could definitely be elaborated on. It helps. I think.
My full-circle story diagram. It’s a start. It could definitely be elaborated on. It helps. I think.
My main goal of 2013 (if it happens sooner, great) is to find meaning in my story. Like, one meaning, or two, but no more than three. A "theme" if you will. A "take-home message". The "moral of the story".
My main goal of 2013 (if it happens sooner, great) is to find meaning in my story. Like, one meaning, or two, but no more than three. A “theme” if you will. A “take-home message”. The “moral of the story”.
I like this little corner of the Visionboard. Often as I'm writing in my journal I'll think of an idea like "Choose Your Own Adventure" ending and I'll just write that and a light bulb to signify "idea". Well, now I have an "idea" corner. For all my ideas about my memoir. It helps. I think.
I like this little corner of my Visionboard. Often as I’m writing in my journal I’ll think of an idea like “Choose Your Own Adventure Ending” and I’ll just write that and a light bulb to signify “idea”. Well, now I have an “idea” corner–to compile a list of my ideas.
My life Visionboard. It's more intracite than the other Visionboard, and every space is filled with images I clipped out of magazines.
My life Visionboard. It’s more intricate than the other Visionboard, and every space is filled with images I clipped out of magazines.
The idea is that you instinctively clip images and words without thinking too much about it and tape or paste them together--the result reveals truths about you. Truth about me: I want to be able to work a "real job" and be a successful writer too. I want them both. Surely, I can have them both.
To make a Visionboard, instinctively clip images and words without thinking too much about it. Then tape or paste the words and pictures together–the result being truths revealed about you. Truth about me: I want to be able to work a “real job” and be a successful writer too.
I find this portion of my vision board to be very mysterious.
I find this portion of my Visionboard to be very mysterious. Especially the bottom left corner. That’s my hand writing.
This part represents where I come from and also, the future, when I am able to settle down there. This section has a lot of hidden meaning. Notice the "pursuit of happiness". I guess that's what I'm on. The pursuit of happiness.
This part represents where I come from but also the future. This section has a lot of hidden meaning. It conjures many thoughts for me. Pursuit of Happiness.

SPARK Project: A Fortune Teller Once Told Me (True Story)

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Here’s my submission for SPARK. My partner Helen will respond with a photograph inspired by the piece. You may or may not remember this poem but it made an appearance on my blog many moons ago. Enjoy! I hope some folks are considering learning more about SPARK–you can participate in the project from anywhere.

 

A Fortune Teller Once Told Me (True Story)
By Terah Van Dusen

 

Several years ago
I had a psychic reading
Not at one of those hole-in-the-wall places
with the flashing lights
and crystal balls

It was done in my living room

My former roommate, Sydney, had her future read frequently
Sydney had the same lady come over to our house
oh, every couple months or so
Always when nobody was home
I don’t remember how it was arranged
but the next thing you knew,
I too was signed up for a reading
Sydney promised not to tell the “medium” a thing about me
That way we could insure accuracy

The medium didn’t wear a long, flouncy dress
Or bring a satchel full of rocks and crystals,
She showed up in her Subaru car,
dressed in a North Face pullover and jeans
Said to me, this isn’t my day job

We sat facing each other in the quiet house
Nobody there except for us,
That was one of her rules
That nobody else be there

She took a few minutes to gauge me,
Had her eyes closed, seemed to be sniffing around at the air
Like she were some kind of animal.
I closed my eyes too, I was tired

Maybe its custom to start out by saying a
few nice things about the person.
Because that’s what she did at first,
mentioned a few of my qualities,
built me up a little bit.
She said she noticed that I was a writer.

She told me:
Keep writing, someday there will be people helping you.
As you can imagine, I was pleased
This lady was good

She went on to say that there was a person from
my past, a person who wished to speak to me.
From a past life, from a past life, she clarified.
The medium then, with her eyes still closed,
began speaking in a stranger, lower voice
I realized that the spirit was speaking through her:
It’s you! It’s you! I cannot believe I can finally speak to yyyooou!
The emotion that came with this voice brought tears to my eyes
Ooooohhhhh, youuuuuuuu!
Oh, oh, you are sssso lovely in this life!
The voice was truly eerie,
but my, what a compliment! Lovely?

The medium broke the contact with the spirit
She looked at me and said:
Whoever that was they sure are fond of you.
But, know that not every spirit is good.
Spirits, like humans, are both bad and good.
Let’s move on, she said

I have some advice for you, based on what I’m seeing:
First, know that a good way to gauge your happiness, is that
you are happiest when you are light on your feet.

I would imagine…

Second, you should eat less spicy food. More fresh food.

No and okay.

You are very serious, watch more funny movies and TV shows.

Now, I have given you some advice about how to better your life,
I’d like to mention just a few other things before we close:

You are wondering if you will have
everlasting love: you are not the type.
You will not be with the same man for all of your life.

I’ll show you!

You are wondering if you will be happy when you move from Arizona.
You will be happy, you will be more whole than you have ever been.

In the distant future I see you standing up on a hill,
inside of a prairie or meadow.
Your arms are wide open.
You are rejoicing because
you have finally reached the place
where you’ve been headed all your life.

I will keep my eyes wide-open for that place…

That was the last psychic reading I’ve had
The only psychic reading I’ve had
The woman told me all I needed to know,
and then some.
Knowing your future is not fun.
Whether its true or not.
I mean, there’s the good:
I should keep writing!
People will be helping me!
I’m going to stretch my arms out wide like a crazy
person while standing in a high-elevation prairie!
And then there’s the bad:
I should give up Thai food,
No relationship I will have will last.

Enough is enough,
I know enough now.
I will seek that meadow where
I will be whole and free
and I will try my darndest to have a long,
happy marriage someday.
Regardless of my “destiny”

I paid the psychic $25 bucks that day.
She told me a whole lot more
But its been so long that I forgot it.
I hadn’t written it down because
at the time I was sure I’d remember it all.

SPARK Project: One Red Elephant by Helen Lewis

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One Red Elephant

I am involved in something called The SPARK Project. It’s awesome.

The general idea is this: I’m assigned a partner. My partner sends me a photograph and I write a story about it. Conversely, I send my partner a story and they take a photograph inspired by it.

Other types of artists involved in the SPARK project are musicians and painters.
Here’s a description of SPARK (I copied it straight from Facebook):

SPARK is a call-and-response creativity project in which artists, writers, and musicians from around the world use each others work as inspiration.

Wish me luck–I have 10 days to write my response piece to One Red Elephant by Helen Lewis of Suffolk, England (bonus: Helen’s a writer too, and a veteran of SPARK).

What I Really Really Want Deep Down Inside Of Me

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Just do normal things
Get up
Get dressed
Eat
Drink
Work
Play a little
Rest and
Do it again
And again
Stay away
From the poison
You are highly susceptible
To the poison
Of falling
Under its spell
Believe in the magic
Of yourself 
Through all of that mundane
The mundane
Is fulfilling through
Time
The mundane
Will love you back
The fast-track
Will not
The fast-track
Will make an
Old woman out of you
A quiet,
Simple life
Will give you health
And the foundation
You’ve always wanted
People will love you
If you love yourself
You’ll see
Be organized
Be adult
It’s OK
You can let go
Of that angsty teenager already
You don’t need to act out
For attention
Be a woman
Pride yourself
In your work
Save
For a rainy day
Send out Christmas cards
This year
Call your niece
Wash your face
Go to bed

Put the child to rest

I’m not Unemployed, I’m a Writer

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I’m a private person. With the exception of writing my memoir, I get squirmish if too much about me is revealed. I’ll often write a post here on WordPress and then just save the draft not wanting you to know my thoughts. As if knowing those thoughts you can crack the code and know everything about me.  A lot of those posts are your everyday post/rant-types. A sort-of “I’m not feeling inspired to write actual memoir or a pretty poem (as if I do that) or a short story so I’ll blah blah blah on here for five minutes about my day.” It’s like posting a status on Facebook only painfully longer.

My fellow bloggers do this well. Most the time, not all the time, I enjoy those though. I don’t mind reading that a blogger whose writing a thriller took the day off to do her laundry or that a musician strolled the art walk and didn’t play guitar but took pictures and here they are. I guess I’m always afraid of being irrelevant. But irrelevance is OK. It happens. Daily. Why not let a few of these rant blogs slip through. Thing is–it appears that at least a couple people look at my blog every day. Well, this blog is for you. So you don’t leave empty handed headed.

 

 

I’m not Unemployed, I’m a Writer 

On October 31, 2012 I applied for unemployment. I was officially laid off on the 30th. I can now go change the bio on my blog to read “unemployed” instead of “work at a young women’s substance abuse residential treatment facility”; or I can just leave that out, or just say “writer”. Now, for the first time, I am not a social worker and then writer or a park ranger who writes or a pizza slinger poet: I’m just a writer. I’m nothing else. And, I don’t have to accept work that pays less than my former job did or that isn’t work that I’m qualified to do. In other words: I don’t have to work until I find the right job for me. So for now, I’m a writer. If anybody asks, that’s what I am. And guess what? I just hired myself.

Wait what?

I just hired myself on the condition that I show up for work on time, can meet deadlines and be a great team player. Not wanting to wear myself out, I gave myself the ideal schedule. I work part time (in a perfect world, wouldn’t this be the case for all of us?) and have the weekends off.

 

 

 

Eugene Public Library

Schedule:

Monday: 10 – 2 (I just love Mondays! Everybody’s buzzing about, getting down to business!)
Tuesday: 3:30 to 11:00 p.m. (during this time I drive to my writer’s workshop in Portland) *every other Tuesday
Wednesday: 10 – 2
Thursday: 10 – 2

My office:

Eugene Public Library (just a skip, hop, jump from home)

 

 

 

 
Additional perk:

I get to wear whatever I want to work!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s the thing: I must stick to it. I must be the nicest most stern boss I’ve ever known!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tips? Have you done this? I know I have the determination but too my fear of failure sickens me. This is my dream schedule and my dream job. Surely I won’t quit or be fired. Here’s a post from a fellow blogger whose doing the same thing only she has a real job and kids and a husband and a…(pet, probably?)

Props to Marlene Luneng for making a schedule and sticking to it. (You’ve inspired me!)

Pearls of Lidia’s Wisdom

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The support from my friends, family, and primarily my coworkers with regards to my current writing goals has been over-the-top generous lately. One coworker offered to switch shifts with me so I didn’t have to rush back to Eugene for work after attending Lidia Yuknavitch’s writer’s workshop in Portland on Tuesday evenings. Because of my coworker’s generosity, I can chat after the workshop with my new writer friends or get lost driving in the big city (which is what I did after this first workshop).

Given all the support I’m being flooded with lately–and the fact that I recently learned some of my coworkers actually follow my blog–I figured I’d share a post about the things I’m learning in the workshop: pearls of wisdom straight from the pretty, wide mouth of Oregon’s epic author, Lidia Yuknavitch (hint: links to one of Lidia’s powerful essays). Check. It. Out. What I love (a good example is the said essay) is how Lidia addresses social issues and shouts out loud for change while using primarily her personal experience and memoir. Lidia’s past is a sopping wet rag and she’s twisted it and pulled it until the information and insights have poured out of it like warm water. And she intends to use every last drop. How much of your past have you used to change the world? If you’re like me–not enough. There’ve been a lot of lessons learned, no? Write about ’em.

Pearls (note: these are Lidia’s ideas interpreted by me–not her exact quotes):

  • A memoir can be a bunch of essay’s stitched together. In fact–it’s nearly gotta be, one doesn’t tackle a memoir in one swift movement. That’s a lot to take on. Write scenes, then stitch ’em together.
  • “Stitching” is a tough chore indeed, but it can be done.
  • Overwrite your memoir–Lidia says it was only through majorly overwriting that she found the pieces  that needed to be in the book.
  • If there’s a story that’s really scary for you to write (i.e. too revealing, too painful, too bold) for godsakes write exactly that.
  • The voices you hear in your head are your friends. Unless they start to tell you to do bad things, or are highly obnoxious or dangerous sounding in which case maybe you need to see somebody about getting properly medicated and assessed.
  • Fear, irritability, sadness, desperation…if you are experiencing these feelings, it is an excellent time to write (see, there’s always a bright side!)
  • It’s never too late to start the writing career you’ve always dreamed about. It’s never too late to start doing any of the things you’ve always dreamed of doing. It’s never too late. It’s never too late. Lidia knows from experience.

Were these pearls useful for you? Hopefully they reinforced some of the wisdom you already had but forgot, like “it’s never too late” or “write when you’re sad”. For me, as a writer, I need daily reminders of these facts. And I can’t always rely on myself for that. It’s nice to have Lidia around to give me permission. Permission to follow my crazy dreams. Permission to mess up along the way. Permission to tell the world my dirty little secrets. Writing with Lidia is very freeing, I’m very much in tune with her, we’re marching to the same drum, or the same marching band at least. I like her. I hope she likes me too. I bit my tongue a lot at the first sesh but I suspect I’ll start fighting for her attention more in the upcoming weeks. I only have 3 more sessions with the Goddess after all…

“Get To Know Me Better” & Awards Announcement

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Hey all!

A blogging friend of mine, Jane, nominated me for the Inspiring Blog Award and the Lovely Blog Award. How lovely 🙂 Thank you, Jane! Jane writes the blog In My Mother’s Room, which focuses on her memoir of the same name. 

Now it’s time to share the wealth! I get to pass on the positive vibes by nominating 10 of MY favorite WordPress.com bloggers! Here goes:

Poetry, Photos and Musings, Oh My!
In My Mothers Room: A Memoir 
Marlene Luneng
Maggie Madly Writing
Jason Alan (AKA Poetry of a Mad Man)
Brian Westbye
Facehookin’
Arna Baartz
Christian Mihai
Zen and the Art of Borderline Maintenance

Another part of the deal is that I have to share with you 7 random things YOU didnt know about me. Have fun getting to know me better!

1. I work the graveyard shift.

2. On Monday, I’m auditioning for a lead role in a movie!

3. My zodiac is the Scorpio.

4. My boyfriend Forrest’s birthday is the day after mine–he’s a Scorpio too!

5. I’ve been to jail.

6. I’m from “redwood country” and my family has been living there for 5 generations now! Represent Del Norte County, California!

7. I was recently interviewed by Sci-Fi author Dan O’Brien!

What now?

If your blog was listed above–please take the time to let your favorite bloggers know you care by nominating them!

No, there’s no fancy side bar image or
anything like that, this is just a pat on the
back folks–a thank you for doing what you
do. Also, tell us “7 Things About You”.
You’re special–and I wanna know more!

Latitude on 2nd: 2012 Summer Anthology

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$5.95 Hard copy/$2.99 Kindle

Many months ago I submitted three poems to Cool Waters Publishing, hoping they would select them for print in their 2012 summer anthology. Well, they did, and I’m now published for the third time ever alongside many other wonderful writers and poets!

Latitude on 2nd: 2012 Summer Anthology is available in hard copy or e-book format on Amazon.com (click link above). A special thanks to Tara Grover and Dan O’Brien of Cool Waters Publishing and Empirical Magazine in Chico, California for selecting my work and for being so helpful and encouraging in general and throughout the process. I look forward to the anthology being on my coffee table and thumbing through the compilation time and time again.