Friday, July 6, 2012

Energized in Iowa: A Week of Inspired Writing

Schaeffer Hall- building at University of Iowa in which all of our writing
workshops met daily.
This past week I accomplished more toward my writing goals than I have in the past  six months. How did I do this? Simple - I spent 7 days in Iowa City at the University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival, that's how!

I returned home all energized about my writing - that lasted all of 3 days. This week, I've really been struggling to maintain the same momentum I had in Iowa City. I realize that just because the workshops I took were excellent, there was vastly more to the process than merely fantastic instructors, eager participants, exciting speakers, and plenty of time in which to write. I know, what else could there be?

Each day, there were writing assignments, readings to analyze and to discuss, classmates' essays to "workshop" - that special University of Iowa process in which each group member gets copies of the other group members' papers to read the day in advance. Each day, several participants' works were discussed positively,  constructively, and systematically. Accountability goes a long way, too.

Baaa. the exterior of the Natural History
Building on U of Iowa campus.

Neeeeigh.



"What worked for you?" asked one instructor.

"What didn't work- but state this in the form of a question to the writer." said another.

"We all need praise and suggestions or advice." said the first one."

And the second one reminded us to, "always read your work out loud. You'll be surprised by what you can learn."

But there was even more to move me forward; I was in a place that gave legitimacy to my answer, "I'm a writer." when responding to the question, "what do you do?" And everywhere I went, people seemed focused on quality reading and writing. On the other hand,  there was no grocery shopping to distract me, or dogs to walk, or cooking and cleaning to manage. There was no laundry to fold as an escape, and no bills that couldn't wait for a week until I got home.

Recently, I read that Stephen Crane wrote The Red Badge of Courage in just ten days and nights. Of course, his maid, man-servant, and cook managed all the aspects of his life that weren't related to his writing.

I like to imagine that if I, too, had all those mundane aspects of my life taken care of for me by others, I could surely be as productive as Crane was. Fortunately, I'm at no risk of having my fantasy destroyed!
Roooaaar!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Postcard from Iowa City!

This is the entrance of Prairie Lights Bookstore, an Iowa City landmark and renowned independent bookstore that has hosted hundreds, if not thousands, of amazing authors reading their works, meeting their readers and broadcasting presentations on NPR from the second floor sitting area. No trip to Iowa City should take place without a stop at Prairie Lights!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO 111th CONVOCATION – June 9

An Ancient and Honorable Company of Scholars
On Saturday, June 9th, I marched in the 111th University of Chicago convocation. On that hot humid day - sweltering in fact, with temperatures topping 96 degrees, I donned traditional academic robes. A dopey looking tam on my head – tassel to the left, maroon robes with black velvet striped sleeves, and a purple velvet cowl around my neck draping down my back hid my tank top and shorts. The purple cowl represents the division from which I was awarded my PhD – the Division of the Social Sciences.

I don’t do well in heat. Summer is definitely not my choice season. Fall and winter are the ones in which I come alive, spring is for bracing myself. And a mere few years ago, I might have viewed the opportunity to participate in convocation on a steamy Chicago day dressed in the full regalia of a conferred PhD (without an academic appointment) not only masochistic but incredibly corny.

All of us who’d been invited to “process” assembled in the administration building by 8:30 a.m. for gowning, robbing, or whatever the correct term is. I dragged my husband along. His assignment was to serve as my official photographer. The last time I wore maroon robes – maroon being University of Chicago’s color, was over a decade ago. It was after a very long haul that I finally received my advanced degree.

At that time, I had no academic career lined up. – side tracked by family obligations, work, child rearing,the usual stuff. Now, I still have no conventional academic career established. But even without one, Icontinue to write, conduct sociological research, teach workshops, publish essays and articles, and make presentations. My title has evolved as have I. It’s a title of which in more recent times, I’m quite proud: Marlene Samuels, The Unaffiliated PhD.

As the kilted bagpipers began their familiar tune and marched in unison toward the dais, robed University of Chicago participating graduates followed, sandwiched between bagpipes and administrators - provost, president, board of trustee members, honorees, award presenters, award recipients, and a host of others. We made our way across the quadrangle. I forgot entirely about the oppressive heat, finding my assigned seat on stage under the shade of the canopy.

I sat near the edge with a clear view of the massive assembly. There the cool Lake Michigan breezes kicked up, it seemed, just as we all began to wonder how we’d endure another hour in our heavy robes. With each gust of wind, we all sighed a bit with relief.
Scanning the quad with its amazing diversity of graduates and families, I was again reminded of the unquantifiable, indescribable privileges I gained from my participation in this community. I still marvel at it all.

The time arrives for conferring honorary PhD degrees, announcing awards for outstanding research, for outstanding teaching and for ground breaking scholarship. One by one, recipients are introduced and called to the pulpit.

But then the words that result in more than a few tear filled eyes among us. They’re the words I seem never to tire of hearing, whether I hold an academic appointment or simply hope to apply my very unique University of Chicago education to unconventional pursuits:

“Welcome to the ancient and honorable company of scholars!”

My tissue is already in hand.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Summer Fun!

Hey folks, I'll be at the 
University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival

Iowa City  June 22 - 29

Come out if you like writing or festivals or Iowa. It'll be a lot of fun! http://www.uiowa.edu/~iww/summer.htm

Monday, March 12, 2012

Quilts: Utility or Art?


During my  childhood quilts were synonymous with poverty and the need to be utilitarian. That sphere of my life was defined by the practical demands of daily life and by a constant availability of thread-bare or out-dated men’s suits. A quilt represented the end product for scraps of imported British woolens my father toted home from the clothing factory where he toiled. Quilts were the destiny of winterweight fabric remnants. These my mother collected from the floor of her dressmaking room.

My parents emigrated to Quebec province from war torn Europe in 1949. And like the quilts my mother sewed, my parents endeavored to stitch new lives from scraps of the old country they toted with them. Those, too, were thread bare and out-dated. Those scraps survived almost entirely in their
memories. I saw no beauty in quilts. To me, their provenance was based in scarcity and necessity. They were covers created from remains, sewn together to provide warmth that otherwise was not to be found. My mother fashioned our quilts in lean times when money was scarce. We fantasized about indulging in
lush, warmly colored Hudson Bay blankets. I could see no artistry in the quilts. Surely, I felt no pride.
On Saturday evenings, after my mother had cleaned the dinner dishes, she retreated to her corner sewing room, my father’s complaints fading down the hall. “We just finished dinner. Leave your work room, wait until Monday.”

“A few minutes. It’s all I need.” She countered. “If I don’t put my workroom in order, nice and neat for Monday, I’ll have a bad start.” My brother and I could hear her working nimbly. The sharp steel of her dressmaking shears slid smoothly with an economy of movement. Stacking scraps of cloth, she cut symmetrical squares, usually for fifteen minutes. On Sundays, while my father  dozed, his stomach filled with potato pancakes and sour cream, my mother created our warmth in quilts—doubled sided!

At night, tucked into our quilts, she warmed us more with stories about each square.

Three Found Links

My Latest Project, Three Found Links: in Search of the Chain, will be coming out in April. The book is Three stories from My Forthcoming Short Story Collection: Broken Chains, Missing Links, a collection of auto-biographical short stories. 

Several have been published as stand-alone pieces in journals including Lilith Magazine, Hugo House Journal, Story Circle Anthology, OurEcho.com, A Long Story Short, and others. 

The short story entitled Sorrel Summer was a finalist in Hugo House "Writing About War" competition and was the winner of the Annual Family Writing Project, OurEcho.com.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Feral Mom, Feral Writer

Counterpoint to Tips for Mothers Considering Pursuing an Online Degree 
by Marlene Samuels, PhD
 The idea of pursuing an online Ph.D. reminds me of the days when matchbook covers sported ads for earning diplomas or licenses by mail. Likely, this is too long ago for most blog readers to remember? One of my favorites: “Earn your semi-truck driver’s license by mail and earn more money”, or how about “become a graphic artist in your spare time.”

It’s not that I’m anti-technology or opposed to online learning - oh contraire! At this time I’m in the 2nd week of a 4-week “online course” for which I signed up and paid. I’m really learning an incredible amount but that noted, even though it’s only a 4-week course, I’m already way behind!

 Read the rest at PoetryMom

Friday, March 2, 2012

Writing Your Life: Going Beyond Journaling

Dedicated to Women Writers  

A Story Circle Network Workshop
​​April 29, 2012 
​​2:00-5:00PM
free, registration required   
501 N. Clinton Street, 5th Floor ​​
Chicago, Illinois 60654  
Inside Kinzie Park Complex, enter on W. Kinzie St. 
Parking inside Kinzie Park is first-come first-serve.

 FACILITATED BY: Marlene Samuels Ph.D. - author, editor and research sociologist,

An interactive workshop where you will…        
 learn how to use prompts effectively as an approach to writing your life stories or personal essays;
 have an opportunity to publish your essays in Changes In Life monthly on-line newsletter for women;
  have a chance to win a national membership to Story Circle Network ($45.00 value).
 Two additional registrants will receive the Writing Prompts book by Susan Wittig Albert, Story Circle Network’s founder.
  • Marlene is coauthor of The Seamstress: a Memoir of Survival, and her new book, Broken Chains, Missing links: A Memoir in Short Stories. She is Programming Chair of Story Circle Network   
  • Pat LaPointe - author, editor of Changes in Life Newsletter for Women, and the anthology The Woman I’ve Become. Pat is President of Story Circle Network  
To Register, call Pat LaPointe 847• 520•7035 
or Marlene Samuels 312• 879•1968

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Feb 29th- March 3: The AWP Convention

The Association of Writers and Writing Programs  is in Sweet Home Chicago. I'll be lecturing along with many other writers.
Here are all the Details

Friday, January 13, 2012

My Interview with Teri Crane


Late afternoon, my first hour at Ghost Ranch after an exceedingly long day;  a three hour drive to the first airport, two connecting flights, two buses from Albuquerque Airport to Ghost Ranch - first one broke down so we stopped at a casino for some lunch and to await a “rescue” bus.

I struggled up a steep path, perspiring with effort. Teri drove her car alongside me and stopped to offer a ride the rest of the way. I thanked her unconvincingly saying something insane like I needed the exercise. When I arrived at the summit, I saw Teri pull her car into a space and haul two enormous suitcases from its back as though they were empty.  Now this, I thought, is serious writer - a woman who’s going to move mountains during her one week retreat. This is a real writer!

Immediately, I was intimidated by Teri who, as it turned out, was my Ghost Ranch next door neighbor. Nice coincidence but combined with her writing artistry, life wisdom and excellent humor, it was a great one. First impression: Teri is reserved, contemplative, and extremely serious. Real impression: how wrong first impressions often are!

Teri Crane shared her views about her experiences during the week long AROHO Retreat and the insights she gained there.

Is there one specific moment or event at the retreat that sparked an insight or shift in how you perceive either your work or yourself as a writer?
So many ideas, exercises, conversations - all blended together, fortifying one another, speaking at levels known and unknown.  I listened to the wind. I listened to the table talk.  While I was at Ghost Ranch, I realized that I also was listening to my characters. By the time I returned home, I understood so much more about them.

Not being required to adhere to a specific schedule left me open to understanding many things.  The writing process includes enriching periods of fertile idleness and it’s this fertile idleness that’s become part of my writing habit. It leads to putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard but not feeling driven or compelled. Instead, it’s knowing I’m in process and that gives me the freedom to write.

While I sat with other members of our AROHO community - at meals, in small groups, during evenings listening to readings, or late at night outside talking and sharing where we’ve come from and where we are, I realized I was talking with writers. I realized I am a writer talking with other writers.  It wasn’t at all like talking with non-writers who ask, “What have you written?” That’s really synonymous with “What have you published?” It makes the writing process defined only as the end product. 

In talking with writers, questions about process are more active, such as “What do you write?’ or “What are you working on?” The writing is alive.  We write as we breathe.   By interacting with women at Ghost Ranch, I found my mirror.

Women writers have inspired me since I read Silas Marner in ninth grade English and learned that George Eliot was a woman. Writing is difficult enough, but adding that layer - where acceptance is worked through a sieve of sexism and still attaining success is admirable.  Even though I appreciate writers of both genders because I appreciate great writing, I feel that women writers evoke an edge of sisterhood. We’re all bonded in common struggles.  I‘ve continued to follow works by Toni Morrison, and Alice Walker; I relish reading Alice Hoffman, Anne Tyler, and Annie Dillard’s focused prose.  I admire the way in which Selah Saterstrom weaves a tale with polished prose and was honored to have Selah as the 2nd reader for my MFA thesis book.

What’s the best advice you’ve received about writing?
The best advice I received was from my brother while I working on my doctoral dissertation.  He said, “Don’t worry about being brilliant, only about being finished.”  At the time I thought it was about finishing in a timely manner, that I could be brilliant at some other time. However, while a student at Goddard, I discovered the art of revision. Now I realize it means so much more.  Often I think of his advice and couple it with my current notion: once the story is told, it’s time to polish it up.

How would you describe your typical writing day?
Typical writing day?  What’s that?  My days are filled with writing, whether punctuated with Face Book status updates, e-mails, journal writing, working on my blog, or thinking about (and sometimes actually writing) my current project.  I always feel as though I’m in the writing process whether that means putting words together on paper or thinking about words and ideas.  I guess that’s my typical day---less structure than fluidity but always a connectedness to writing. 

Can you describe for us what you’re currently working on?

My current project is a book. It a fiction story about two women in the 1800’s traveling west with their respective families on a wagon train.  They leave their gentile Eastern lives, learning to exchange their roles for those critical on the westward trek under challenging conditions. They discover that even greater changes are demanded of them at their final destination. 

When I went to the AROHO retreat, somehow I knew that my women characters would travel the Santa Fe Trail but didn’t really know where they’d end up.  Serendipitously, while exploring one day, I discovered that the Old Spanish Trail went through Abiqui on its way to Los Angeles.  It was during that moment I knew my women would be on it!

Bio:
Dr. Teri Crane is a writer, retired teacher and marriage and family therapist.  After stepping aside from classroom teaching, she decided to pursue an MFA in Creative Writing at Goddard College where she wrote a memoir, We Never Used the ‘F’ Word, a story about growing up in her native Southern California and the impact of her father’s death when she was seven years old, which is still pre-published.  Currently she’s working on an historical fiction novel about two women going west by wagon train in the 1800’s, and moderating online classes for teachers through LA County Office of Education.  She is a certified “Journal to the Self Workshop” instructor.