Saturday, December 19, 2015

Call for Submissions: Off the Page Character in Motion Workshop

Whether you're looking for a holiday gift for the writer in your life or to treat yourself, this free performance based creative writing workshop is just the treat to celebrate the holidays. 
Brought to you by the team that gives you Stories at The Storey and North West Literary Salon, in collaboration with Emma Rucastle, supported by The Dukes, Off the Page/Characters in Motion is a unique workshop opportunity for Creative Writers to see their writing performed in front of an audience and to have their drafts brought to life by professional actors directed by Emma Rucastle of ELART Productions/The Rose Company. The performances are followed by feedback and discussions of issues of process, interpretation and the development of craft.
The workshops are free. For more information or to submit your writing for consideration email: lancasteroffthepage@gmail.com
submission deadline: January 4, 2016
Workshop date: January 18
Location: The Dukes, Lancaster
Time: 6-8 PM
Made possible by funds from Graduate College and Lancaster University English and Creative Writing Department


Thursday, October 15, 2015

Diary of a Creative Writing PhD Student: Creatify, Decreatify The etymology of a Word

The other day I was crafting an exercise for my Creative Writing seminar. The assignment was to have students take otherwise non-creative writing text and infuse it with creative writing tools, techniques and devices. I called the process: creatifying. 

I introduced the task: "Creatify a piece of non-creative writing..."

"Creatify?"

"Right, it means..."

Between sips of flavored coffee, I defined it like it was a real word. 

"The next step of the process is to de-creatify a piece of creative writing..."

I explained the process: to strip the elements of creative writing from creative writing text.

A word was born; well, two words.

"In my spare time I'm going to put these words on Wikipedia," I said. I'm always threatening to put something on Wikipedia.

Now, the thing is, I don't have a lot of spare time. In between Momming, researching and working, I glanced at the steps to create an article there and knew I would have to wait for someone else to create the entry. Instead, I went to Wikitionary. I entered both definitions there but after 24 hours, "decreatify" was deemed not a word and deleted. I expect "creatify" to reach a similar fate though I Googled both.

People are talking about them, just not in the same context.

It seems words aren’t words until enough people approve them. Words are confined and defined, contained until they are collectively accepted and used in collective conversations and then tallied. After they are counted someone, somewhere says yes and grants permission to the genpop to use them. Until then, a word does not exist. Atleast that’s what some would have us think.

Individuals create words to express experiences.

Like many people, I create words all the time. I use "a lot a bit" and other words that researchers will say don't exist.  When someone writes a historical fiction novel about 2015 and uses the term "creatify" someone will say: "I don't think people were using that word back then."

Dear future Creative Writing PhD student, that somebody is wrong.

creatify

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Etymology[edit]

Coined during a Creative Writing exercise by Yvonne Battle-Felton in 2015 and likely used by others in American English
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creatify ‎(third-person singular simple present creatifiespresent participle creatifyingsimple past and past participle creatified)
  1. To editrewrite, and/or revise standard text using creative writing tools and techniques.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

October Open Call: Stories at the Storey

Whether what scares you is under the bed, rattling in the closet, or lingering in the past, Stories at the Storey invites you to share your 3-5 minute true story about fear. The next true story open mic night is Thursday, October 29, 7-8 PM at the Storey.

Email us at storiesathtestorey@gmail.com to reserve your slot.

Hosted by Yvonne Battle-Felton and Naomi Kruger, Sponsored by Grad College, Stories at the Storey is a BBC Get Creative Event

Thursday, September 24, 2015

North West Literary Salon Call for Volunteers




Whether your passion is maths, psychology, business, words, or any discipline in between, North West Literary Salon is looking for you.

Come and join the volunteer staff for the North West Literary Salon held in Lancaster the first Friday of every month. This well-known event includes live music, exciting readings by local authors and free food. Youll be sharing the evening with a multicultural audience of all ages.

We are looking for reliable and enthusiastic people to help. Roles include setting up the space half an hour before the salon starts, checking tickets at the entrance, arranging food and making sure the authors, the musicians and the audience feel comfortable.

Youll get the chance to meet other lovely volunteers, talk personally to the guest and artists and itll look great on your CV!

Date: 2nd October.
Time: 7-8pm
Place: Waterstones King St, Lancaster.

Check the NWLS blog and also a clip from past salons.

Email i.gregorilabarta@lancaster.ac.uk for more information or to register your interest.


Saturday, September 5, 2015

September Stories at the Storey Call for Storytellers



Negotiator, leader, follower, risk taker, thinker, planner, nurturer, dreamer, storyteller… There are as many identities as there are people to fill them. No matter who you are by day or night, Stories at the Storey wants to hear your true story about identity.

Who are we?
 Stories at The Storey is an award winning nonfiction open-mic storytelling night and is looking for performers, students, community members, staff, visitors, storytellers and anyone with a true story to share.

We are interested in true, engaging stories told well.
  
If you have an engaging story that loosely explores the theme identity we would love to hear it.

Email: storiesatthestorey@gmail.com for more information or for a 3-5 minute slot.

Event brought to you by Yvonne and Naomi; sponsored by Grad College.
Event details

Date: September 24, 2015
Time: 7 PM-8 PM Open Mic
Location: The Storey (The Music Room)
Dress: Casual
Stories at The Storey: Real people; Real Stories.
Light refreshments will be served.

Winner LUSU 2015 Community Project of the Year Award

Thursday, June 11, 2015

June Open Call: Stories at the Storey


Laughter, tears, fireworks, celebrations, stories. Whether it’s political, social, economical, personal, educational, around the world people celebrate their independence in many ways. Stories at the Storey invites you to share yours.

Stories at The Storey is an award winning nonfiction open-mic storytelling night and is looking for performers, students, community members, staff, visitors and anyone with a true story to share. 

We are interested in true, engaging stories told well.

Join us as we share stories about letting go, setting off, growing up, being free, having it all or not…

If you have an engaging story that loosely explores the theme “independence” we would love to hear it.

Email: storiesatthestorey@gmail.com for more information or for a 3-5 minute slot.

Event brought to you by Yvonne and Naomi; sponsored by Grad College.
Event details
Date: June 25
Time: 7 PM-8 PM Open Mic
Location: The Storey (The Music Room)
Dress: Casual
Stories at The Storey: Real people; Real Stories.
Light refreshments will be served.

Winner LUSU 2015 Community Project of the Year Award

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Writer in Residence Opportunity (paid): North West Literary Salon

Writer in Residence
North West Literary Salon is looking for a local writer for a 3 month Writer in Residence position.

About Us: NW Literary Salon is a lively evening of words. Each month two published North West writers give dramatic readings of their work. The readings are followed by a discussion chaired by Naomi Kruger and Yvonne Battle-Felton; music performed by a local musician; and locally catered food.

About the Opportunity: We are looking for a writer to blog (twice a month) about the literary salons. The writer will create two 300-350 word blogs per month (one before, one after the salon) for our blog. The blogs will succinctly capture the salons to provide an overview of the upcoming event (before) and a recap of the event (after) for a general audience.

What we offer: Editorial support, deadlines, feedback and £100.00 (£16 per blog).

What you offer: Experience, talent, time. You will attend monthly salons to capture content, write posts and have the ability to accept and implement constructive feedback.

To Apply: Email a brief bio and a 300-350 word sample blog post about an upcoming event or an event you’ve attended.


Questions? Email us to inquire.

Monday, May 4, 2015

7 Things to Know about North West Literary Salon


Not sure North West Literary Salon is for you? Here are 7 things you should know that just might help you make up your mind.

  1. Cost: The salon is free and includes readings from 2 published, local writers; free food and free music.
  2. What to expect: An evening of engaging stories by Jenn Ashworth and Carys Bray, locally catered food, conversation and music by local artist, Rosa Francesca. 
  3. Location: The Community History Room in Lancaster Central Library conveniently located in Market Square.
  4. Who is it for? The salon is open to all members of the community.
  5. Do I have to know the authors or have read their work? No. Both writers will give dramatic readings (storytelling). The hosts, Naomi and I, will ask questions and you can too.
  6. What to wear: Casual dress
  7. How to get tickets? Order free tickets through Eventbrite or Lancaster University Online Store

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

What is North West Literary Salon?

When we talk about a literary salon, people have different ideas about what we mean. To some it's writers reading drafts of their own work, to others it's readers reading someone else's work. To us, it's neither. It's living authors telling stories and dramatically reading their work to engage an audience followed by questions, answers, food and music.

North West Literary Salon is a new initiative bringing established and emerging writers with a local connection together with the public for dramatic readings (storytelling) and conversation. After the authors read, Naomi and I chair a lively discussion and invite the audience to participate. Food is provided by a local caterer and a local musician will provide music. All for free. 

That's right.

Free. 

The evening lasts an hour. The events will be held in Lancaster Library. What do you need to bring? Bring your thirst for story, your engaging wit and your curiosity.  

The salon is an evening engaging with story, community and discussion brought about by our love of a good story told well.

The first event is May 8 and features Jenn Ashworth and Carys Bray with music by Lancaster University's Rosa Francesca. It will be in the Community History Room at Lancaster Library (in town). The event is open to the public. 

Supported by donations from alumni and friends of the University, a grant from Public Engagement with Research and Grad College.
Order tickets via Lancaster University's online store or here.



Sunday, April 5, 2015

Golden Bicycles

I could have said yes.  
I could have said, I will take this glossy eight-page brochure filled with artsy wrapping paper, cutesie pizza kits, and hardened sausage that no one I know actually eats, and peddle it office to office, client to client, colleague to colleague to convince unsuspecting people that paying $12 for $3 gift wrap is a charitable cause. 
But, I like to think that somewhere between Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy and just after ‘maybe your dad and I will get back together,’ I stopped lying to my children.  
Yesterday, my son brought home a glossy brochure and dreams of winning $500 for selling whatever the glossy brochure wanted him to sell.  I don’t remember ever believing that pizza, candles, wrapping paper, oranges, candy, or gigantic sausage and cheese would be my claim to riches, a new bike, or an IPOD (ok, a Walkman).  I vaguely remember asking my mother to sell things at her work, but that may not be my memory.  
Still, I recognize the feverish look in his eyes as he talks of amassing a large enough fortune to purchase video games, Tech Decks, and to pay me back the amount I will have to spend on candles, plastic goods, wrapping paper and pizza kits when the people I sell to decide to exercise the laws of reciprocity. 
My son is a lot like me, he doesn’t know it yet—and sometimes I forget. 
I forget what it’s like to believe the only difference between what you want and what you have is yes. 
But, I remember what it’s like to want something.  To believe in something. To follow something.  
And so, tonight as I drive him home from school, I will listen to my son tell me what he is selling and why.  I will again remind him to ask his father to take the brochures and attempt to sell items they do not need to people he works with.  I will encourage him to solicit neighbors, family and friends. 
While I will not be indulging in the code of ‘I bought from your child, you buy from mine,’ I may just buy a roll of wrapping paper, a crate of oranges, a kit of “home-made” pizza, raspberry-scented candle, a slice of my son’s dreams.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Seduced by Opportunity

When I wrote this post I was anticipating moving my family for one year. Revising the post after uprooting my family for a four year PhD program in the UK made me smile. 



I do not live without attachments.

I am not free to follow my dreams, wherever they lead unencumbered by the hopes of others, the responsibilities of realities, the tassels of life.

There are few of us so transient or selfish or lacking longitude and latitude that we are able to uproot our lives to spend a year seduced by words in a library.

I have children.  I have a job.  I have responsibilities.  I have one thousand and one reasons to say no. 

And, yet.

Yesterday, I submitted my proposal to be considered for a Radcliffe Fellowship.  If selected, I will spend a year researching the diaries, memoirs, letters and lives of five women and their relationships with mothers, daughters, neighbors, friends, lovers, strangers: the women who helped craft their lives.

I am seduced by words.

Yes, No, It’s over, I’m leaving, don’t go, don’t stay, good bye.

How can I not explore the worlds of these women?  How can I not read their beginnings, not celebrate or mourn their endings?

But what about your children, people will ask.

And I will stare, perplexed. 

Is it not understood that where I go, my children go?  Is it not customary that if I uproot my daughter from her high school bffs, my son from his middle school buddies, my preschooler from his accomplices, that I will replace said bffs, buddies and accomplices with a bunny, a snake and a dog?

And, so, it is with a clear conscience that I remind you, my fellow wait til the children get older to follow your dreamers, to apply for the Radcliffe Fellowship Program.

It’s a challenging process: proposals, samples, recommenders, family, ego, friends, work, psyche, bills, reality.

The last step is the easiest.

Friday, April 3, 2015

Diary of a Community College Professor: A Day in the Life (Repost--revisiting the past)

I don’t tend to view moves emotionally. 
 In my experience, they have always been for positive reasons—even if I didn’t understand them at the time. As an adult, I’ve been blissfully emotionally and physically unavailable throughout my moves.  I can barely remember my move to Maryland over 15 years ago.  Later, for my move from my first townhouse to a townhouse with my then-boyfriend (and now ex husband) I was physically unavailable—I was at work. I was nine months pregnant for the move from the townhouse to our home.  Packing and unpacking, moving, rearranging, these things are handled, typically, ideally, not by me. 
Today, at work, we are in the final stages of closing the 23rd floor.  Clients are settled into their new offices on the 27th floor.  Technology is uninstalled.  Furniture is moved out. The furniture move, despite requiring little actual physical energy—from me—was emotionally exhaustive. Selecting a mover, while contingent on estimates and availability—became a matter of which moving company seemed to care most about the move. 
Yesterday a fleet of movers came to haul, crate and remove remnants of my past seven years. 
Seven years ago, I was a student at community college.   Today, I have my Master’s degree and I am one month away from teaching my first writing class at Anne Arundel Community College 
I am one step further on my writer’s path, wherever it leads, I’m getting closer every day.    

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Maybe It's the Winter: Dating Advice from a Single Woman

Maybe it’s the winter.

For some reason—and I doubt it’s a flattering one—something about the sunless, cold mornings, the dreary days or the bitter nights, reminds people of me.

And, not in a flattering way.

The deeper the snow, the lower the temperature, the icier the air, the more texts, instant messages and emails I get from men who for whatever reason, I chose not to pursue relationships with.

I have never responded with, ‘while you weren’t good enough then, I’ve recently lowered my standards…’

That they think the cold temperatures might drive me to desperation is either a fault of theirs or one of mine.  

That I think, ‘hmmmm’…. when I receive these unwelcome e-memories is a fault of mine.  I have—but do not suffer from—selective memory.  Still, each time I get a text from an unsaved number that I seldom recognize as a deleted number, I typically resist the urge to respond, “who are you?”

Because, I know.

While I may not remember the name, the face, or the exact reason.  I know for whatever reason, I didn’t like the way I felt when I was with the person, or the fact that we didn’t share the same definition of ‘single,’ or that we did not then (and presumably still don’t) want the same things from life, relationships, experiences.

I understand, not because the media tells me so, but because I know, that dating is challenging right now.  I know that we all have varying definitions for attractive, funny, single…

I know my standards will change, grow and adapt.

I also know they won’t lower, I can’t afford for them to.

So, before you send that ‘am I good enough now?’ text to someone you weren’t quite compatible with last year, just anticipate the response.

Silence.

Translation: No.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Will Write for Change

Each minute we are presented with ample opportunities to settle: we accept less than acceptable behavior in children, spouses, dates, friends, family; we justify poor service from waiters, delivery people, taxi drivers; we excuse unpleasant attitudes of teachers, coworkers, and bosses.  As we accept less from those around us we become in danger of expecting less from ourselves. 
 I was recently given the opportunity to write a children’s book for a group I enjoy working with in various creative capacities.  Because the character has no back story, I would be responsible for creating both a history and a story that engaged the wide age range of their expected target audience while delighting parents and educators.
It was an exciting project.
At once, I began sifting through the information, researching, and mentally plotting. Anxiously, I began writing.  I was well into the first chapter when the negotiations began.  This was to be my first book so when asked what terms I expected and what price I was asking, I deferred to the Writer’s Market and to the advice of my professor. The rate I proposed, according to the Writer’s Market, was average.
I am not an average writer.
I research.  I interview.  I write, revise, listen to the story and then tell a compelling story. I meet deadlines, take critiques well, I am resourceful.  I am not average.  Still, I felt comfortable recommending the average rate and terms. 
When the group said my rate was more than they expected to pay and that they thought I could use the opportunity as a stepping stone that put some extra money in my pocket, I politely thanked them for thinking of me and agreed that they should research other opportunities.
 I realize opportunity does not often knock on one’s door. 
I am a single mother raising three children, I work full-time, I write in my spare time and research job opportunities when I should be sleeping.  Extra income is always welcome.
But, at what cost?
There are, at this moment, at least ten things I could be doing, though I am at my desk doing the one thing I should be doing—the rest will keep at least another thirty seconds. Between being a mom, working full-time, recently completing graduate school, looking for other jobs, finding time to write, finding time for friends and pursuing new relationships, I don’t have a lot of time to waste. Each moment should be wrung of all its possibilities—so, are the opportunity “to get my name out there” and a “little pocket change” worth making time for?
Yes and No.
I can’t afford to turn down money, but I owe it to myself, my children and my myriad of responsibilities to exercise good judgment and time management. I won’t do a project and put only a sliver of effort into it, miss deadlines or skip a revision because something else is paying more.  I face each project as if it is as significant as the next, and it is—my name is going on it.
I owe it to myself, my school, my clients, my readers—but, mainly to myself—to write like my pen is on fire.
I expected to feel guilty over this project--or the lack of this project. And, if I believed it were my last opportunity to be recognized as a writer, maybe I would.
I don’t. 
This project was not mine; it was the opportunity to write someone else’s character, to help someone else fulfill their dreams and to lace flesh onto someone else’s skeletal frame.  And though I would have written the story like it was my very own, it was not my literary baby.
The stories I am meant to tell are those that incite me to action, inspire me to learn, infuse me with voice. I am excited about writing relationships, the psychology of them and how characters influence their plots in fiction and nonfiction. I write of compromise and triumph, of sacrifice and strength.  There are many such stories to be told.  There were be opportunities to write pieces that motivate people to act on social change, opportunities to write articles that empower people to take control of their stories, opportunities to write stories my soul longs to tell.
Perhaps that is why I do not mourn the passing of this opportunity—the story I was going to collect pocket change to write could cost me more in the end than it is worth. 

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