Showing posts with label Carla Spataro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carla Spataro. Show all posts

video outtakes from the memoir summit

Friday, November 1, 2013

Memoir "Summit" Rosemont College from Jill Frechie on Vimeo.

The talented Jill Frechie has produced a 4 minute video of the Rosemont Memoir Summit, featuring myself, Linda Joy Myers, Bob Waxler, and Jerry Waxler.

I share that here.

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Calling all local memoir writers to a Memoir Summit at Rosemont College

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Delighted to announce that on October 20, 2013, four memoir writers and teachers—Linda Joy Myers, Robert Waxler, Jerry Waxler, and moi—will gather on the Rosemont College Campus, which has quickly become the epicenter of much literary fabulosity. All the news that's fit to print is in this poster here.

Carla Spataro, huge thanks for being our hostess with the mostest. And for making this poster so pretty.

And Linda Joy, it has been a true joy to get to know you during this planning season. Thank you for being such an advocate for the memoir form, for founding and leading the National Association of Memoir Writers, and for inviting me to join you for a member teleseminar less than a month from now.

Details of that event are here.

Jerry, as always, thank you for your faith in memoir and those who write it.

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Pushing to Publish

Sunday, October 19, 2008

I was 28 and pregnant when I happened upon Natalie Kusz’s Road Song in the Princeton University Bookstore. It was the sort of story that I, then an avid reader of traditional history and biography, had not read before—a life story that read like a novel that left me wanting to know so much more. I’d been writing poems up to that point in my life. I hadn’t done much in the way of publishing. I’d studied the history of science at the University of Pennsylvania and never taken a single writing workshop. Road Song left me wrecked by something urgent. I wanted to write like Kusz had written—honestly, poetically, of a life. I wanted to discover, in the personal, universal truths.

I didn’t see myself writing a book, of course. I thought of transitioning from the poem to the essay. I bought anthologies, read widely, taught myself about this genre. I thought about what had not been done quite yet.

The first piece I produced was perhaps 1,000 words and had a lost necklace at its center. When I thought about publishing it, I went straight back to Kusz, to the front matter in her book, where she acknowledged magazines that had accepted her excerpts. One of those magazines was called Iowa Woman, and I began at once to hunt it down. Finding i at last, I sent my essay that way. And then I waited, as writers will, for months.

This was back in the old day of mailboxes and stamps. I checked my own eagerly each day. Finally, indeed, an Iowa Woman letter showed up. It was long. It encouraged. It also critiqued. It was the first literary critique I’d ever received. It asked that I reconsider some passages and asked, too, if I’d consider submitting again.

I reconsidered, and I considered. “The Pearl Necklace” was my first published essay.....

— from my keynote talk yesterday to the inspired and inspiring crowd at the Philadephia Stories' Push to Publish conference. Thank you, Christine and Carla, for the opportunity.

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