Oh, Vermont. Oh!

So it’s my last day at the Vermont Studio Center in Johnson, Vermont, and I’m already sad. And sappy.

I’ve met the most amazing artists from all over the world, and I hate leaving them.

Did I get a ton of writing done, not really. But, oh! What an experience.

I met Ron Carlson, who is a kind person and a brilliant short story and novel writer. He’s been published all over the place–like The New Yorker and Harpers and even Narrative Magazine, like me!

He read one of my little stories and gave me thoughtful, smart feedback. The very best was when he said I was a “great writer.” Hearing that was worth the whole residency! (Yes, I’m still that pathetic.)

But wait, there’s more. We stayed up late every night talking about art and writing, politics and equality. Ladies of Mason, you know who you are.

I read my work out loud, and more than once, and it was incredible.

I met visual artists and saw their work and talked about process. Ooh la la!

No  sir, I’m not done talking about Vermont, but right now I have to clean out my disaster of a writing studio because I’m outa here mañana.

14 thoughts on “Oh, Vermont. Oh!

    • Dawn, you should definitely go to Vermont! It’s wonderful to be surrounded by visual artists and writers from all over the world. Also, if you’re working on a project, you can focus w/o having to worry about making meals, cleaning, etc. The place is lovely and so are the people. Hope all is well with you and your writing!

    • I SO miss you, Carrie. And I can’t wait for u to finish your critical paper BECAUSE I WANT TO READ IT!! I hope you’ll let me. Puleease. I see a phone conversation in our future…

  1. Meagan–already??? Wow, time flies when someone you care about is having such fun…
    My mum is here and I’m treasuring every second I can get when she and Phil go away for a little so I can write or get some work done. She’s also reopening my eyes to the beauty by which we’re surrounded.

    I read one of Ron Carlson’s essay collections for my first packet last year! I think he and Stephen have some kind of connection. Made me want to meet him, so I’m glad you did.

    Can’t wait to hear more about it all, and safe journey back.

    • Hi Ela!
      I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to respond. I’ve a terrible blogging bedside manner. Also I was in Disneyland for a week and this week I’ve been trying to write those horrible critical responses. Well, MINE are horrible.

      Anyway, how was your time with your “mum” as you say (which I think is very lovely, by the way). How’s life in AK? I’m going to be in “Slow”dotna during Christmas, I think. Maybe I can take a jaunt to Homer, if the weather cooperates.

      Yes, Ron Carlson was brilliant. A true delight for me in every way. I want you to meet him, too. He’s a total fiction guy, but he acts like a poet (don’t ask me to explain that).

      I miss you, lady!

      • Meagan, I miss you too!

        Since I have neither blogged nor read blogs in bed to date, your bedside manner perturbs me not at all.
        I’ve been mia in the blog world too, what with my “mum” (yes, I only spell it that way for her) and all craziness. I still don’t know where several important things of mine are. Being gone for three months and living in a tiny cabin means your things get put away…

        So great you’re coming up here for the holidays! It was sleeting when we went through Slowdots last night, and froze up pretty good overnight. I pulled in all the cabbages real fast 😉

        How long will you be up here? I can usually find an excuse to make it to Slodotna, and/or we could meet in Homer! Yay!!


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