
An earnest new writer asked me that question last weekend; "what do you do on a residency?"
"Eat cookies," I said. Then I told her what I really intend to do, which is try my hardest to come face to face with my writing. Just me and you, writing. It's a showdown, writing. It's a serious attempt to dismember you, wrestle you to the ground, and see what I know you really have in you, you, you, novel in progress, you!
It's a scary thing, that face to face confrontation with your naked work. And a residency at this particular artists retreat is a gift of time and a vote of confidence in my ability to coax (wrestle?) from this work its best form.
And yeah, I might eat some cookies. Maybe one. But not too many. Wrestling with your work tends to be a seated activity.





