What I Learned at Calvin

It’s all the rage these days to say what you learned at a writer’s conference. So here’s what I learned:

  1. You can remove a tick by rubbing it with soap counterclock-wise. Not that any of us had ticks, mind you. But I learned this.
  2. Aldi’s sells a wine for $2.99 called the Winking Owl. It’s pretty decent. Also, Aldi’s doesn’t take credit cards.
  3. I’m not so strange after all. Wally Lamb also writes so he can find out what happens to his beloved characters. I like this man.
  4. Eugene Peterson used to write to share what he knew and felt. Then he went through what he called "the badlands." There he learned to write into what he didn’t know. I like this man, too.
  5. A tanka is like a haiku, except it has five lines. And I think the syllabic scheme is somewhat fluid, but I’d have to check that.
  6. Basket-weavers are in danger of pulling their hip muscle.
  7. I learned how to dance a semi-colon.
  8. Some writers consider themselves expert brooders (i.e. Proust, Chekhov, and Cheever). I’m in good company.
  9. The Art of Tea does indeed sell to individuals.
  10. The term "human person" is redundant.

Writers in the Wild

Many have dared to attempt the near impossible: bring writers into the social world. They are often met with the blank stare that characterizes this rare creature. The blank stare can be explained by:

  1. The writer is eavesdropping on the conversation in the booth behind him (this species is essentially a thief).
  2. The writer is composing a scene in her head and attempting to remember it until she gets home to her computer.
  3. The writer forgot to eat breakfast. 

On extraordinary occasions, a careful observer might stumble upon a gaggle of writers in their natural environment. These occurrences happen infrequently and are short-lived, primarily because sustained meetings of this type would cause a massive explosion that would alter the earth’s axis and possibly throw humanity into a parallel existence either made of a writer’s imagination or where writers rule the world. As desirable as these parallel worlds sound on paper, they are at the least impractical and at the worst downright frightening.

An anonymous observer (Ian Philpot, also a writer and therefore a traitor [for those of you familiar with the Philpot legend in Ireland, Ian will henceforth be known as Ian Philpott]) caught such an occurence on video at an undisclosed location (Calvin Festival of Faith and Writing in Grand Rapids; specifically in the suite of a hotel room). This video helps scientists understand what writers do when gathered in gaggles.

Scientists have made their findings available here.

A caveat: this is not for the delicate nature. Gird up your loins before viewing.

A second caveat: read the description of the game before viewing the scientific data. Without understanding the game-play of these beasts, you will most likely come to an incorrect interpretation.

A third caveat: the phrase in the middle of the game (inspired by a picture drawn by yours truly, to be specific) came from a session with Joshilyn Jackson, where she described one of her favorite books. 




Up, Up, and Away

This time tomorrow, I’ll be halfway to Minneapolis,

I saw halfway because my plane leaves at the ungodly hour of 7:30. A.M. In the morning.

As I told my Twitterees, when I’m queen of the world, I’m outlawing mornings.

I had these brilliant things to say to you about writing. I had a carnival (or party) to announce–I’m really excited about it! But I’ll leave those things for next week. (As well as thoughts on the ACFW conference and judging the BOTY contest, which I affectionately dubbed the booty conteset.)

Today I have to pack, take my car in to the shop, and think about my pitch (the 30-second spiel to agents and editors, not the dark, sticky stuff nor how to strike out a batter).

I’d hoped to enjoy some fall weather up north, but it looks like it’ll be in the upper 70s. Gorgeous, to be sure, but not exactly fall.

(Someday can I please move back to Jersey? Pretty please?)

So I leave you now with this fun video:

Don’t you love her imagination?