Well, here we are in the midst of these uncertain times of the government shut down, and I find my personal life in a similarly unsettled state. I've spent the last two and a half months in New York City, housesitting for a lovely woman I do research for, and then staying with various friends the rest of the time. I went to New York for some exciting projects, and while I was there, I did in fact have some really adrenaline raising writerly experiences. And, please keep in mind while reading this that I'm experiencing these things through the lens of a girl who's been traveling around writing and living on a dime since growing up in a series of trailers, so these experiences sometimes felt like otherworldly things. I could actually feel my brain trying to decide if it should explode sometimes with delight and anxiety.
So my late summer and fall looked like this (amidst the moments of swimming in the green water of Brighton Beach and meeting friends for tea or Woody Allen movies and sitting on friends' rooftops with wine, overlooking the whole jagged skyline, in the radiant blue days of New York autumn)....In September, The Dusan Tynek Dance Theater performed to my poetry in a four night showcase at the Brooklyn Academy of Music and on the third night I did a Q & A with the choreographer and had a book signing. The show was featured in Time Out New York and in the New York Times three times, where they called my poetry "eloquently steamy." All through August, September, and October, I schlepped the city to go to rehearsals as we continued to work and re-work, For the Sins I Can Remember, the play I co-wrote, which will play at the IRT Theater in the West Village until October 20th. Our show was the featured photo in New York Time Out last week. Um, wow! It also received this week a gorgeous review by Joey Rizzolo from an arts review site. And while I was in the city, I did two readings from my memoir, Impermanent: How I Became a Loveless, Trailer Park Nomad and my book of poems, Two Birds and a Wolf. They were both really sweet as well as being great lessons in how to manage my public speaking anxiety – turns out that a glass of wine beforehand, support from friends, and focusing on speaking each word slowly and deliberately were all helpful. I just kept thinking, "Just stay with each word as you're saying it. Don't think about anything else..".
But the funny thing is that now that these successes have happened, and I've left the city, I'm faced with the new, and more typical for me, issues of the moment, such as, my car (which has 360,000 miles on it) is sitting a 15 minutes drive off a winding dirt road on a mountaintop in New Mexico with all my possessions in it, and meanwhile, it's been snowing on and off for the past two weeks. Will I be able to get it off the mountain, or will it be snowed in there til spring thaw? If I can get to my car, will the mice have eaten away the engine? I had to leave it somewhere so that I could go to NYC and do all those fancy things. And then there's the little problem that I don't know where I'm going to live for the winter. So much of that depends on the car, as I can't afford to buy a new one. Should I just give it all up and go to Poland or Mexico to teach part time to supplement my writing (as I did in the Czech Republic)? But how would I quickly make another few hundred dollars I would need to get there and get started?
And now? Right at this moment? I'm at my sister's house for a short visit in D.C. before I head back to New Mexico, where that nomadic life awaits me. The funny (ish) thing about all this is that after all the excitement, nothing has really changed. I had a lot of great experiences, and felt truly acknowledged and celebrated as a writer for one of the first times in my life. AND, in the nothing changed category, I went to NYC with $500 and left with $500. I made just enough to support myself while I was there and get a plane ticket back to New Mexico. But I'm still so grateful for all the acknowledgments and experiences. I now have some pretty good cred. to put on grant and residency applications, which is something I'm about to focus on.
But now to the pressing issues, as I begin work on two more projects... How will I get from the Albuquerque airport to the mountain, five hours north to see if my car is yet alive and yet a moveable feast? I'll let you know what happens!
If you liked this post, you may want to look at:
The beginning of my journey to the Czech Republic, which starts here, http://bit.ly/19S5m7z
At the 90 second trailer for the play I co-wrote http://corpsewander.blogspot.com/2013/09/hello-all-i-just-wanted-to-share-you.html
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