Elizabeth Brundage on Being a Writer and Holding Hope

Elizabeth Brundage on Being a Writer and Holding Hope
Photo: Edward Acker

I touched base recently with Elizabeth Brundage, author of 5 novels; one of which was made into a Netflix movie. She’s also a fantastic teacher. I had the pleasure of learning under Elizabeth in her juried in “The Craft of the Novel” workshop co-sponsored by the New York State Writers Institute at the University at Albany last year. It was a great workshop with wonderful writers, and since then, Elizabeth has been generous in her ongoing encouragement of my own writing. I’m flattered and thrilled that Elizabeth will be joining us at Women At Woodstock this year for an afternoon of discussion about all things writing and publishing. I’m so looking forward to meeting her in the flesh!

These are the novels that Elizabeth has authored:

This is the movie that Netflix produced, “Things Heard & Seen,” based on All Things Cease to Appear:

And this is Elizabeth:

Elizabeth is a human. Just like you and me. When she wrote her first novel, she hadn’t yet had a novel published. But she wrote it, and then it got published. We know she has talent. We know she has perseverance. But still, we’d like to know how she kept going and kept up her hope and her belief in herself. Read Elizabeth’s Q&A below. And come to Women At Woodstock in October and meet her yourself. There, we’ll have a much deeper conversation and you can add your own questions to the mix. I can’t wait until that day!

Q&A With Elizabeth Brundage

1. Which of your novels are you most proud of, and why?

 Maybe pride isn’t the right word. Truthfully, the word that comes to mind when I finish a novel is relief. Pure, unadulterated relief. Because you have this idea in your head that you are trying to see through and the whole time (often several years) you have this lurking sense of doubt. Doubt is always standing there, arms crossed, shaking its head. You are trying to convey something that’s important and meaningful on a very deep and personal level. You are making a story that is a feast for the reader. And every sentence is in some way a reflection of your own particular insight and perspective. You start out with an amorphous idea and try very hard over time to shape it into a work that is both accessible to the reader, and intensely compelling.

My most successful novel is probably All Things Cease to Appear – but my own personal favorite and the one that was hardest to write is The Vanishing Point, which drew upon a family history of addiction and explored the nature of competition between artists and all that goes with it. It tells the story of a love triangle between three photographers who meet in their twenties in an exclusive workshop and follows their lives to see how they turned out, with one character’s envy for another roaring through. To understand what it was to be a photographer, I did quite a lot of research and began taking my own photographs. I was interested in considering, in our visual age, how we each have a totally unique vision of the world and how that vision informs each character based on their life experiences and existential circumstances.

2. How much do you base your novels (on average) on pure fiction and how much on real life?

 All novels reflect real life and I think it’s inevitable that one’s experiences, ideas, fears, etc., ultimately season the work. But as you become more skilled as a novelist you learn to develop characters who fully serve the narrative and vice versa. All my novels come from my life to some degree – but are entirely fictional. For example, I’m married to a doctor – but he’s not an OBGYN like my character in The Doctor’s Wife. In my second novel Somebody Else’s Daughter, a baby girl is given up for adoption – I too am adopted, but it’s not my adoption story. My third book A Stranger Like You takes place in Los Angeles, where I lived and worked for several years in the film industry, and attended the American Film Institute which was the basis for “the Conservatory” in the novel, but none of the things that happen in the book happened to me (thank goodness).

My fourth book, All Things Cease to Appear, is loosely based on the true murder of a Rochester, NY woman which had been a cold case when I discovered it back in the 90’s when my husband was a resident in that city, and we had rented a house in the suburb where the murder took place. I couldn’t get that story out of my head for years, then one day came across some newspaper articles about the case and decided to go ahead and write about it. I used the real facts of the murder as the architecture of the novel but invented everything around it – the setting, near to my home in Albany, the characters, based on people I knew in our small town, the old house where the drama took place, based on a house we had rented that had ghosts – I basically changed everything but used the details of the murder as a structural rubric. (The book was published in 2016, around the same time the FBI reopened the case with fresh DNA evidence and, in 2022, the husband was finally convicted.)

3. What’s your “life as a writer” like? Do you have set hours each day to write, or do you go through spells without writing at all, and then write madly when an idea or event strikes you with inspiration?

Inspiration can be hard to come by and is unreliable. The only way to get a book done is to work on it every single day. Writing a novel or a book of stories requires focus, devotion, and discipline. Finishing a novel is the hardest thing in the world to do. I like to say it’s like digging out of prison with a spoon.

When I’m working on something I wake up every morning, make coffee, and sit down at my desk. Some days are better than others. I might write three or four pages one day and the next write only a paragraph. Or maybe only a sentence. It’s hard to predict. When I’m not able to write for whatever reason, I have learned to be patient, to trust that the work is still going on in my head. And then one day suddenly it comes. Every time I write a new novel it’s like starting all over again from scratch.

4. Before you were first published, did you feel sure that you would become a published writer? What contributed to your most positive thinking? Your most negative thinking?

I have always wanted to write, beginning when I was ten years old. I started as a poet because I fell in love with language, with words. I had an ear for language. I knew I was going to be a writer; I didn’t want to be anything else. And I was very serious about it. I studied other poets and read poetry incessantly.

In college, I worked with outstanding teachers. Then – in my sophomore year I became interested in film. I took my junior year at NYU and, after graduating, intent on making films, I attended the American Film Institute in Los Angeles where I learned how to write screenplays.

Screenwriting is a lot less precious than writing poetry, and writing scripts taught me how to tell a story that appeals to an audience, and how to build a character with pictures. Think about that for a moment. Building characters with pictures. It may help you to figure out how to show your reader what a character is going through as opposed to explaining it to the reader, which is boring. Characters, of course, are the essence of stories, and that’s around the time I figured out how to combine characters with language – fiction.

I wrote my first short story when I was 25. That eventually led me to Iowa where I earned my MFA and started teaching. You build your career by putting in the time and the work and in doing so you begin to trust yourself, that you can do it. The more you read, the more you understand what you’re doing, or trying to do, with words and sentences and paragraphs. At Iowa, I learned not to be afraid of criticism. And to use it to get better.

Writing is solitary work. I always tell people that if you don’t have to write, then please don’t. Because there is too much pain and suffering involved. There is a lot of rejection and disappointment, and you have to find a way to keep going. And somehow, maybe because it comes out of your brain onto a page, it always feels personal. You have to be able to handle that and believe in what you’re writing. And to keep working to make it better. You will never stop doing that. You know when it’s good and when it’s right. It’s an instinct you develop over time. And it rarely fails.

5. How and why did you give yourself permission to “be” a writer? Was your path a straight line from childhood toward a writing career, or did you consider or pursue other ventures or professional identities along the way?

 You don’t need anybody’s permission to write. But I understand that it can be difficult to keep going without any professional acknowledgment. It can be difficult to feel like a “real writer.” The truth is, you are a writer long before you publish. Publishing is important – of course it is – but it’s really the writing that matters, and what’s at stake for you in it. What it means to you. I think it’s important to grapple with that question. I think the stories that come across to publishers do so because they are authentic. Because they are honest and true. And because they truly matter to the writer.

Ask yourself why you are writing? If your answer is to make money or to be the next best-selling author, stop right now. But if you feel you have something to say about this world and the people in it, then you might be able to do it. There are few original stories, but there are many original voices. Be one of those.

6. What’s your advice to writers who’ve started late in life without an MFA or contacts in the publishing world?

In my most recent novel, one of the characters says, “connections were like gossip, they guaranteed nothing. It all came down to the work.” And that is what matters most. The work. Contacts in the publishing world are meaningless – unless the work is remarkable. And if the work is remarkable, it will find a publisher.

And what do I mean by remarkable? Think of all the people you have known in your life who have told you stories. That person on a plane who doesn’t even tell you their name but by the end of the flight you feel like you know them – and I mean really know them. Or that person who tells you something – something private – something that changed them. These are the stories that never get old. Every time we hear a story like that, we think about it, it moves us. If your character isn’t honest – isn’t true – then your novel won’t be either. It may take time and several revisions. Or it may take writing another book. As writers we learn as we go. To some degree writing is about practice. I have learned so much from every novel I’ve written. And you will fail. You. Will. Fail. And failure is as important as success. But – if you are determined – you will succeed. And there is nothing better.

It is a deliberate, thoughtful, and often mysterious mission, to realize your destiny as a writer. An MFA is time…a gift of time to write and to revise. Time to better understand your own singular voice. Time to get to know your characters. Time to understand the story you are telling. But not everybody has time for graduate school, and it is certainly not mandatory. But education is essential, and you can teach yourself. How? Read. Read and read some more. That is really the best way to learn how to write. Also – nurture your brain, your imagination. Go to museums. Take a cooking class. Read Ulysses. Get out into the world and observe. Watch people. Listen. Then start writing as if you are telling that story to a stranger on a plane. A story that absolutely must be told. If you can do that, you have a very good shot at being a writer.

Most writers start publishing in their early 40’s. There is no age limit whatsoever on good writing. The only limitations are the ones you set for yourself. Be realistic. Be critical of your work. And don’t talk about what you’re writing. And for goodness sakes don’t show it to your friends and family. It’s yours. Protect it with your life.

Goodbye to Dear Mary Ellen Hamor

Goodbye to Dear Mary Ellen Hamor

I do not want to write this. I do not. I’ve put it off for nearly a year. It’s just too sad. Too wrong. Too unfair.

I’ll just remember:

I remember when I first met Mary Ellen. She came to Women At Woodstock for the first time in 2013, back when we were still meeting at Emerson Resort and Spa. I remember her strong presence; a mix of confidence and quiet.

And I remember her vulnerability. Sitting in the Great Room during our Mastermind Session, in a circle of sofas occupied by women she’d only just met, Mel spoke of her life honestly and openly. I was so impressed by her willingness to trust all of us – and I’ve come to realize, over the years, that this is often what happens when a group of women over 50 gathers: trust, listening, compassion. I’m so glad Mel received that from us. And I witnessed her giving the same to others at Women At Woodstock, over and over again in the years that followed.

I am stunned that she is gone. And I know I am not alone in that. So many posted their grief, their stories, their remembrances on her Facebook page and their own pages too when Mel left us. I was stunned into silence back then and am only coming into acceptance now. So, I’m finally saying Goodbye, Mary Ellen. It was good to know you. I’m so very sorry you’re gone, and I so wish the best for your daughter, who you spoke of so often with such clear, deep love–and the anguish of not wanting, ever, to have to say goodbye. Of course, we all will have to do that one day. It’s just that your day came way, way too early.   

Two more Women At Woodstock alums published! Elizabeth Allen & Angela Kaufman

murder in the gilded city

It’s true that two Women At Woodstock alums have recently published novels, but I lied about one of them; she’s not really Elizabeth Allen; that’s her pen name. The real woman behind “Elizabeth” is a Women At Woodstock alum, and she did just publish another book, The Feisty Woman’s Guide to Surviving Mr. Wonderful : Karma Rules, available on Amazon here. 

This is the second in her Feisty Woman’s Guide series about middle-life breakups. The first came out in December 2014: The Feisty Woman’s Guide to Surviving Mr. Wonderful: Moving on with Humor, Laughter, and Chutzpah!​​​​​​​ Click here for her first book.

“Elizabeth” was a part of the Writer’s Colony at our Women At Woodstock 2021 Virtual Writer’s Retreat last October, and there she shared some hilarious excerpts from her most recent work. I can’t wait to read the whole thing in print!

And I have more exciting news: long-time alum Angela Kaufman has just published her third book – that’s right; third, and it’s titled Murder in the Gilded City. Here’s a summary:  

A violent attack threatens to put a damper on tourist season in the affluent city of Saratoga Springs, NY. Police are quick to make arrests, reassuring the public that everything is under control. But Levi Kingston, a private investigator with an addiction to vinyl albums and a guilty conscience, isn’t convinced. As Kingston uncovers layers of corruption in the city of image, Jesse, a young witness to the attack, is getting attention from the public, including a vigilante militia group. There is a fine line between justice and vengeance, and in the gilded city of Saratoga Springs, those who can’t get one will settle for the other.

Here are 3 places you can order Murder in the Gilded City:

Amazon
IndieBound
Barnes & Noble

murder in the gilded city

Congratulations to these two authors from the Women At Woodstock Writer’s community!

Ann Stoney, Women At Woodstock Alum, Published

Ann Stoney, Women At Woodstock Alum, Published

I’m always so excited when a Women At Woodstock alum shares her news of publishing success, especially when the work that was published is something I heard the author read, in person, during a workshop at one of our retreats. Ann Stoney, an alum of several past Women At Woodstock Writer’s Retreats, just sent me an email announcing not one but two stories published in literary journals.

I distinctly remember Ann sitting beside me on the couch in the Lifebridge Sanctuary library as she read a working version of “I Am Pretty. I Am Loved.” during a morning workshop for the Writer’s Colony (Track 1 of the Writer’s Retreat). On my other side was writer Anne Strauss; we were “The 3 Anns in a Row.”  The whole circle of ten or so of us, all fellow writers, sat holding our manuscripts in our hands, waiting to share our words and mark up our papers with feedback that hit us as right. None of us knew if these stories we clutched would ever be published. What a thrill to see Ann’s story from that fall morning workshop living on the printed page now!

Here’s the email that Ann sent me:

Good news! My story that won Tampa Review’s Danahy Fiction prize, I am Pretty. I am Loved. is now available in print and online. Attached is the press release. Click here to access the online version, which provides an excerpt of the story—a subscription is required to read the whole thing, or you can just order the print issue, # 61/62.

In other news, my story, Holes, was recently published in Monkeybicycle, an online literary magazine, and that one is accessible for free. Click here to read it.

So despite the literary obstacles we writers encounter daily, it’s been a good year for me and I just wanted to share the news. Hope everyone is doing well, and have a great day!

All Best,
Ann Stoney

Congratulations to Ann! And thanks for the inspiration and motivation for all Women At Woodstock writers!

Here’s the press release:

Dorland Mountain Arts Colony Sponsors Women At Woodstock

Dorland Mountain Arts Colony - Markham Cottage

My writers residency at Dorland Mountain Arts Colony gave me everything I needed; an extraordinary week in a beautiful setting; a solitary existence atop a mountain in a zen-like flow of early morning light, growing and glowing sunshine, visiting birds, bunnies, and lizards, an expansive view, fresh breezes growing into late afternoon winds, rich red sunsets, and quiet. Beautiful quiet. I am so very grateful to Dorland for giving me a week to step out of my life and devote my time to writing, uninterrupted and steeped in peace.

And now I’m even more grateful – and thrilled – to announce that Dorland Mountain Arts Colony has stepped in as a sponsor of Women At Woodstock 2020 Virtual! Thank you so much to Janice Cipriani-Willis, Executive Director, and all of the other staff and members who make Dorland what it is. 

Here are just a few photos from my wonderful stay at the cottage I had to myself at Dorland in June:

Dorland Mountain Arts Colony - Markham Cottage

I’ve Been Texting With A Dead Woman

I’ve Been Texting With A Dead Woman

I’ve been texting with a dead woman. But let me explain…

Someone from my group of writer friends recommended a book to me. She said it was as quirky and out there as some of the work that I’ve written. 

So I got the book, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. The author, a middle-aged woman, shares thoughts that are just like mine, observations that are so very honest, and a kindness and humor and wit that constantly surprise me. The book is, like, random; little blocks of text on the sides or corners of the pages. Sometimes silly illustrations. It looks like a combo journal and doodle book, really. But somehow all the bits and pieces fit together and I keep turning the pages with delight.

This author also plants little friendship treasures throughout; her actual phone number, for one. Then an invitation to send her a text with “Hello.” Followed later by an invitation to send her a special wish, which she will make sure is put in a bottle and thrown out to sea in January, along with the wishes of everyone else who texted her. She even offers to get her first tattoo with someone else who wants to get her first tattoo; she says she’ll meet up with said person and together, they’ll get matching images permanently inked into their skin.

This last thing was really the kicker for me: I literally said out loud when I read it, “Whaaaat?!” Remember I decided to get my very first tattoo last June, the month of my birthday? Well, I haven’t done it yet. I’m still searching for the perfect design, and I’m still deciding on the perfect location on my body on which to place it.

I want to do it with her!

This moved me to take her up on her friendship offers. I paged back through the book and found the first text-message directive. From under my cozy covers late at night, I sent the first word she said to send: “Hello.” Yeah, I knew that the response I would get would be automated; I mean, it would be insane to give your phone number out to all of your readers and promise that you’ll literally, personally, text them a response. But how clever that she set this up, right? I couldn’t wait to see what she’d written for her automated reply. I mean, it was like a little finger of her book pulling out of the page and reaching across the ether to tap me on the shoulder for a miniscule, personal conversation.

And sure enough, within 5 minutes of my text, I got a response. She said, “Hi, it’s Amy. Well, it’s virtual Amy. I’m elated to share this part of the book with you. A few years ago it was a dream & now it’s a for real thing between us.”

Cool. Oh man, I thought, this Amy has got to come to Women At Woodstock!

The next text invitation followed a piece that she wrote about the sound that wine glasses make when you run your finger around the rim. She said to text ‘cheers’ to her and she’d send the sounds of three different people making their wine glasses sing.

I texted “cheers” while sitting in my car outside Starbucks before going inside to claim a table and an outlet and order a cup of soy chai to nurse while writing for the afternoon. I got a reply with a link to an audio file. First, Master Sommelier Alpana Singh made her wine glass hum; then Amy, my new author-friend, made music with her wine glass, and finally Amy’s cousin Terry Gross (really, that’s his name) shared his humming wine glass rendition. Ha. 

A couple nights later I got to the place in the book where Amy invited me, er, her reader, to send my, um, his or her, personal wish. She said to start by texting “bottle.” This I did from, again, my cozy place under the covers. In a few minutes I received this response: “please share your message of good luck now.” I burrowed in and spent more than a little time composing. I allowed myself to be as hokey and sappy as I liked. I mean, Amy, if she actually read it, would understand, right? Or anyone working for her would surely be of the same mind and forgive my unguarded thoughts? Or the computer program that spit it out – oh hell, what do I care what a computer program that processed my words would think, artificial intelligence or not?

Finally, I wrote, “I wish for the best and most spirit-guided and loving luck to my dear daughters Hannah and Sarah. Their early life was so hard. May that transform into a well of compassion and understanding from which they will forever drink love for others, which will evolve into love for self, and eventually gratitude, and finally happiness.” I clicked send, a little teary-eyed. (OK, I was actually crying.) And I felt instantly a kind of magical goodness, knowing that Amy (or her assistant or some computer program) would print out my wish, and someone would tuck it into a bottle along with other readers’ personal wishes, and she (or her assistant or whatever) would literally throw that little collective of good luck hopes, mine pressed among them, out to sea.

(Please, don’t criticize me for this. Yes, I’m an environmentalist and yes, this is adding debris to the ocean, but come on… this little bit? And it’s so poetic, you know? Maybe the wishing and the writing and the printing and the collecting together and the literal launching of it out into the waters of mother earth would cast a spell… I mean, it could, who knows?)

OK…  I know what you’re thinking. Seriously, don’t worry about me. It was late at night – the witching hour – and also I tend to think this way a lot anyway, but I assure you, I am a fully functional, if often dreamy and/or depressed and/or maudlin person. I’m fine, I tell you!

Then came the invitation to text about getting matching tattoos. Amy wrote in her book that if one was interested, one should text “tattoo.” I texted “tattoo.” 

The response was, “The experiment has ended. In September 2016 a librarian from Wisconsin drove to Chicago & we got matching ‘more’ tattoos. See them here:” and then there was a link.

Dammit! Stinging a little with jealousy and feeling a little bitter with regret for missing my chance, I clicked the link and read about how that whole event transpired. I watched Amy laugh at the camera in a tiny-bit video as the tattoo guy began working on her arm.

Then I couldn’t take it anymore, wondering about this crazy, inventive, believer-in-spells and thrower-down-of-strange-gauntlets and wisher-of-good-for-the-world woman, and I looked her up.

This is the first thing that I read: “Amy Krouse Rosenthal was” (was!?!?!) “an American author of both adult and children’s books, a short film maker, and radio show host. She is best known for her memoir Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life, her children’s picture books, and the film project ‘The Beckoning of Lovely.'”

Amy. Krouse. Rosenthal. My dear new virtual author friend, is dead?!

This beautiful woman with what I see is a beautiful family, died, tragically, of cancer, at age 51. Just 21 months ago.

At first I gaped at the news, feeling struck by tragedy. Then I was amazed and amused at my idiot self; I’ve been texting with a dead woman? And then I felt sad again.

I still feel sad.

I mean, goddamit, I know this woman. I get her. I like her. I admire her out-of-the-box creativity and her savvy use of technology to connect.  I’ve shared some of my thoughts with her, and she’s reciprocated with kindness and good thoughts and understanding. I want to be friends with her!

I comfort myself with this: Amy Krouse Rosenthal is dead, but through her printed words, my interaction with her was very real. 

Is this why I write?

(The book I read is Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal… not exactly a memoir. It was published seven months before she died. Read it. Then come back here and tell me in the comments section what you thought of it, and you and I can be friends. Hell, all of us who read Amy’s book and comment here can be friends!)

 

3 WAW Writer Alums Broadcast, Published & Recognized in One Month!

3 WAW Writer Alums Broadcast, Published & Recognized in One Month!

It's True What They Say

It's said all the time - that if you want to succeed as a writer, you must join a writing group, share your work, and give and get support from your fellow writers.
 
Well, damned if it isn't true.
 
We writers who've shared our work and our dreams at the Women At Woodstock Writers Retreats tend to hang together all year long; to send new work out for comments and critiques, to listen to one another's struggles with a story or memoir, to share news of publishing opportunities, to bitch and moan, and above all to encourage each other to keep on writing our stories.
 
And look what happened:
 
Three Women At Woodstock Writers Retreat alums got: broadcast, published, and recognized, all in the same month!
 

Ginnah HowardGinnah Howard

Ginnah, our fearless leader of Track 1 of our Writers Retreat, performed a reading of "Tupperware Story," an excerpt from her novel Rope & Bone, A Novel in Stories as part of a podcast aired on "The Strange Recital."  See below for a teaser and a link to the podcast.
 

Ann StoneyAnn Stoney

Ann's short story, "Soldiers and Lovers" was placed on the "Highly Commended" list for the Sean O'Faolain International Short Story prize. The competition is sponsored by the Munster Literature Center in Cork, Ireland. Just 32 stories were selected from 900 entries. Although the story has yet to be published, it's quite an honor to be selected for the list.

Ann Voorhees BakerAnn Voorhees Baker

Ann's (yes, that's me) short story, "Midnight In the Garden of Sid and Eva," will be published in the fall edition of the Chicago Quarterly Review. This is her second short story publication this year; her first, "Changing Lanes" was published last spring in the Noyo River Review. Ann also was awarded a one-week writer's residency this coming spring at the Dorland Mountain Arts Colony.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
motorcycle - Rope & Bone illus(From Rope & Bone, A Novel in Stories by Ginnah Howard.)  Originally published in Square Lake as "Circling-'84"
Other things are on my mind when the Tupperware lady says, “First, let’s move your couch over by the door and the table here.”
 
Before her words reach my brain, she’s got one end of that maroon monster, a cast-off from Steve’s mother, waist high and swinging away from the wall. Vaguely I register the crap underneath: a package of zig-zags, a pizza crust, a dried puddle of something.
 
“Get under it good,” she directs.
 
And just like that, I’ve got the other end up. I believe in those mothers who lift cars to free trapped children.
 
“You know,” she says, as she backs me toward the corner, “a successful Tupperware party doesn’t just happen; it has to be orchestrated.”
 
This is what they all keep telling me: all those teachers all those years, the judge, last week. Like it can all be organized into an outline:
 
I. Get Straight
    A. Your Drawers
    B. Your Life
 
"Okay," the Tupperware lady says, "put it down right there."
 
As I'm trying to remember what comes next 1. or a., she says, "While you you get the vacuum, I'll start clearing the records off the table. They'll be here in an hour."
 
    a. Radically change
      1. Do what other mothers do
 
It's this kind of outline thinking that got me into having a Tupperware party in the first place. Me, Carla Morletti, once a distinguished member of the Pagans Motorcycle Club Women's Auxiliary, taking directions from this middle-class matron in a flowered shirtwaist in my own living room...
 

A Week-Long Writer’s Residency. Heaven.

Dorland Mountain Arts Colony

It’s true that if you surround yourself with people who are doing what you want to do, and who care about you and encourage you, it can alter your course. It’s been true for me. Ever since I started hosting the Women At Woodstock Writers Retreat years ago, I’ve had ongoing conversations with writers from all over the country about their work, and mine; about opportunities and techniques; about the possibilities of life as a writer. One of those many inspiring and encouraging women told me about the Dorland Mountain Arts Colony and the residencies they offer. She urged me to apply.

So I did.

The application required not only a writing sample and a writer’s statement, but letters of recommendation. I asked two of my writer friends, both published authors with several novels to their names, and both of whom have read and critiqued my work. They jumped to and submitted their recommendation letters within days.

I feel so lucky to announce that Dorland offered me a week-long writer’s residency this coming spring. In March, I will be right here, looking out over the mountains, writing in solitude. Heaven. With my first published short story to my name – “Changing Lanes,” published earlier this year in the Noyo River Review, and now this residency, I think I’m actually on my way as a writer. This is what I said I wanted to do. This is what I’ve been encouraged to do by my fellow writers in the Women At Woodstock community, by my husband, and by my daughters. And this is what I am doing. I may not be a New York Times bestselling author (yet!), but I couldn’t be happier or more grateful.

“Worst Ex Stories” Has Grown Into an Anthology Project!

"Worst Ex Stories" Will Be Published in Women At Woodstock's First Anthology This Spring

If you've been watching our posts here at Women At Woodstock, you know that one of our workshops this year will be the entertaining and also healing workshop, "Worst Ex Stories," in which women will read their stories of relationship mishaps, mistreatments, missteps, and just plain crazy behavior. We expect it to be an entertaining evening as we read and share these bits of our lives; sometimes tragic, sometimes funny, sometimes jaw-dropping.

So, originally we announced that only those who are attending may submit their stories, but we've gotten so much interest from women who can't come to Woodstock this year that we've made the decision to open up submissions to anyone who wants to share her story. And, we will be publishing the best of these stories in our first Women At Woodstock Anthology - "Worst Ex Stories" - composed of true stories from women from all over the country.

Do You Have a Worst Ex Story to Tell?

Do you want to submit your story for consideration? Please do! We've brought together a small group of editors who will read your submissions and select the most amazing ones for the collection, to be published in the spring of 2020. The published book will be available in both Kindle and print.

Deadline: February 15, 2020

The winning story will be awarded a prize of $150.
Winner and runners up will be published in the Anthology
and will receive a complimentary copy of the book.

Women who are registered for Women At Woodstock 2019
may submit their story for free; those who are not attending 
may submit their story for a reading fee of $35.

This will be the inaugural edition of an annual collection of stories from Women At Woodstock, in which we will share our true stories, offer our wisdom, and, we hope, illuminate the future for the generations of women following behind us. This is mentoring with a capital M - mentoring for life, for self-awareness, for self-preservation, for choosing our own direction and living life at its best.

New Kudos for Ginnah Howard’s Works

Here’s some impressive news about one of our Women At Woodstock presenters; author Ginnah Howard, who will be leading our Writers Colony (Track I) at the Women At Woodstock Writers Retreat this coming fall:

George Hovis, the author of The Skin Artist (Southern Fried Chicken, 2019) just posted the following review of Ginnah’s novel Rope & Bone, on Goodreads. There’s nothing better than having a respected author sing praises to your work, is there? 

Here’s George’s review:

Rope & Bone: A Novel in Stories
by Ginnah Howard (Goodreads Author)

This remarkable novel of stories recounts the friendship of two strong women, Del and Carla, as they choose mates, lose mates, and navigate the challenges of single motherhood. Ginnah Howard has that rare gift of illuminating life moment by moment, showing us how, often, fate can turn upon a choice as simple as choosing to feed a lover’s dogs rather than giving a daughter the attention she needs. As with Alice Munro’s, Howard’s stories somehow create a sense that the stakes are always enormously high without ever seeming to depend upon plot. Yet, plot is there in every breath these characters take, from planning a Tupperware party to attending an AA meeting. Ginnah Howard’s characters live on every page!