Button Sunday

On this day in 1803, Edward Bulwer-Lytton, dramatist and novelist, was born in London. Even if you’ve never read any of his work, you are no doubt familiar with the first line of his novel Paul Clifford:

If only Snoopy could do what I did on a Friday in New Orleans at Saints and Sinners. The first master class I attended was Stephen McCauley’s “Real Live Characters.”

I’ve already mentioned that I’m crazy about Stephen McCauley’s work, so much so that I, along with Tim, would have had the honor of inducting him into the Saints and Sinners Hall of Fame had he not been forced to leave the festival early because of a family emergency.

One of McCauley’s points was about collaboration between writers–not so much contributing to the same work, as I have with my writing partners, but even working in the same environment. Tim and I know the value of sharing the same space and writing independently of each other but still establishing an atmosphere of creative energy that benefits us both.

I was amused when McCauley had us do a writing exercise, and I had paper and pen to loan Tim, who had nothing to write with or on, but he had all kinds of ideas that he began furiously scribbling. Whereas I sat there hissing, “I don’t have a character… I don’t have but one thing inside a character’s imagined bedside table… I don’t know what to write…” etc.

At different times, one of us may meet the mechanical needs of our efforts, and the other may meet our creative needs. This is collaboration.

Jim Grimsley’s master class was canceled when his plans to attend the festival were changed at the last minute. During our down time, Tim kindly picked up lunch for us, then it was time to attend Mark Doty’s class, “The Challenges of the Memoir.”

Even as a person who has no plans to write any kind of memoir or autobiography, I knew this was a class I couldn’t miss. I’ve read Doty’s three volumes of his memoirs and most of his poetry, and I’ve heard him speak before. My instincts were right, because his exercises for helping writers remember and shape their personal histories into a narrative are just as useful for creating a fictional character’s history.

One of my most treasured books is this one, in which Mark Doty wrote:

And I was.

If you’re reading this and you’re a person who dreams of finishing your novel or crafting your poetry, take every advantage you can to learn from brilliant writers like Stephen McCauley and Mark Doty–and be persistent.

New Orleans, Part 1: The road there

Since it’s going to be a scorching three-day weekend, I’ll be inside dividing my Saints and Sinners/New Orleans photos into several posts, just in case you’re not out spending your tax incentive checks or whatever they’re called, or cooking over a grill, or sharing time with friends, or otherwise living it up on the holiday.

Lynne has promised me that she’s going to spend much of her weekend here figuring out what my yard needs. I think it needs Tommy Clyde, myself.

Somewhere on I-10 East on the way to New Orleans,

What, what?!?

Safe as houses

I think the phrase “safe as houses” may be more familiar to my British friends. I’d never heard it until I read Alex Jeffers’ novel Safe As Houses in 1995.

Jeffers is allegedly the grandson of one of America’s (often underrated and overlooked) great poets, Robinson Jeffers, who himself was the builder and inhabitant of one of the places I’d most like to visit in the U.S., Tor House and Hawk Tower. I came so close to it on my trip up the California coast in 1998, but my fear is that if I ever visit it, I might not leave. My grasping of rocks with fingers of steel might be a problem for the Foundation and the Jeffers family.

One reason I enjoy reading about Robinson Jeffers and his wife and contemporaries is because, as is so often the case, a group of gifted and intelligent individuals–poets, painters, photographers, writers, musicians, teachers–befriended, nurtured, and inspired one another. I think these groups are best when they’re organic, unforced… That’s really all I want to say about that.

I do want to publish the entire set of photos I took for Lindsey in West U yesterday–because she knows, as I do, that our friends are “safe as houses.”

hoping the spirit of Robinson Jeffers forgives me for the urban view

Hump Day Happy

Do you want to get me out of the house today? We’re running out of days when I’ll be inclined to go anywhere with my camera because of the OPPRESSIVE FREAKING HEAT AND HUMIDITY. Plus my camera has to go back to Nikon for a visit soon.

But:

If you want one of 14,000 things to be happy about from this book:

just comment with a page number from 1 to 612 and another number between 1 and 30. I’ll endeavor not only to find an answer from the book, but to take a photo or snag one from my archives that will–at least in Becky World–have something to do with your answer.

The Lindsey Post

Lindsey’s on her way out of town and she won’t SEE this until everyone else has. Heh.

Last night, The Brides came over for dinner (ham and spinach casserole; fresh, steamed broccoli; salad; and rolls demanded by Mark G. Harris). For dessert, Lindsey made us GOOP. What is this goop, you ask? It is undercooked brownies, hot from the oven. Served alone, goop is fab, but with Bluebell (“The Best Ice Cream in the Country”) Vanilla Bean Ice Cream, it’s better than that time the strapping young Jones boy from next door lost his swimming trunks in the Presbyterian College pool.

In tribute to Lindsey and goop, this post is all about her.

of course there are photos!

Fools For Love

You would think, looking at my photos, that I sought a co-editor and contributors to the anthology Fool For Love: New Gay Fiction on the basis of handsomeness alone. You’d be wrong to think that, however, as I can’t imagine a more talented group of writers. It makes me want to start another anthology right now just so I can invite them to contribute.

herding cats

The post in which I gush about Stephen McCauley


Saints and Sinners Literary Festival organizer Paul J. Willis and writer Stephen McCauley

Timothy and I were asked to induct Stephen McCauley into the Saints and Sinners Hall of Fame. Unfortunately, Stephen had to leave the festival to take care of personal business before the closing ceremonies on Sunday. Though we regretted his absence, we were lucky enough to attend his Master Class on creating unforgettable characters. Not only did he give us useful exercises to learn about and build our characters, but he also talked about the values of creating in the company of other writers, certainly a subject dear to the hearts of two writers who have worked as a team.

When I was initially approached to induct him, I nervously asked, Why me? and was told it was because I’m such an outspoken fan of his work. This is true. Later, when Timothy and I asked Stephen for biographical information and told him how we love his novels, in the most charming, self-effacing way, he was happy about the possibility that we wanted to focus on his work rather than on him. It’s so lovely to meet an author whose writing I admire who also exceeds all my expectations for who he might be as a person. I’m so happy to have had the opportunity to meet him, and I would have loved to have stood next to Timothy and made this induction.

Without further fanfare, this is what we’d planned to say about Stephen McCauley and his work. It would probably have been over-long, but we didn’t care, and we were told by our Saints and Sinners contacts that we were free to gush.

cross-posted in Timothy's LiveJournal

Don’t forget your hairbrush

Later I’ll be making a trip to buy all the things I forgot to pack. Though how I forgot anything is beyond me, since half of what I own is lying on the bed behind me.

There’ll be more on the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival later, but right now, some quick photos:


Authors Greg Herren and Mark G. Harris seem to have settled the Great Cafe Du Monde Powder Feud.


Author Stephen McCauley taught a very animated master class on creating characters in fiction.


Stephen McCauley gets writing tips from author David Puterbaugh.


Books! Tables and tables of books for author Timothy J. Lambert to peruse and purchase. (Not that he has any money, Tax Man. Leave him alone, or you’ll be talking to Rex’s attorney.)

More later…

Happy birthday, Lisa!

Inspired by the badger video, this is the cake I made yesterday for a belated birthday celebration for rhondarubin. I’m sure Rhonda won’t mind sharing it with Lisa (dogrl), whose birthday is today. I can’t believe in a few hours I’ll see Lisa in New Orleans!

I can’t believe I’m up this early.

It’s not because we’re about to hit the road, but because I have an eight a.m. appointment. I’m not sure what time we’re leaving today for the Saints and Sinners Literary Festival, but as longtime readers of my LJ know, I’ll find a way to update even though I’m on the road. I’m not like that slacker markgharris.