
This is a picture of something I've wanted to see since high school - the wall in William Faulkner's
Rowan Oak on which he wrote notes for a story. Not that I haven't done that, or perhaps you, but neither of us is Mr. Bill.
This weekend was kind of a dream realized, thanks in large part to my friend
Neil White. (You've read
In the Sanctuary of Outcasts, right? Right? )
Neil invited me to participate in the Oxford Creative Nonfiction Conference. Yep, in the company of leading lights like
Lee Gutkind,
Beth Ann Fennelly**, Tom
Franklin Dinty Moore, Kristen
Iversen from The Pinch magazine...
I'm still not sure if I actually sat on panels with these folks or if I dreamt that part. (I learned from them, what could I possibly say from their side of the table?)
M. and I ate dinner at the fabled
City Grocery , and yes, it's as good as they say.
We bought books at
Square Books . I signed
Invisible Sisters at a happy and crowded reception at Off Square Books, and met Mamacita the cat.
I heard
Robert Goolrick read from his mind-boggling memoir
The End of the World As We Know It.And stayed at the excellent
512 B&B And graded midterms on the drive home.
Because, as the Buddhists say, "after ecstasy, the laundry."
** Those of us who teach, go now to Beth Ann's
"A Study of Writing Habits, 2/It's a Doggy Dog World " from
Tender Hooks.