Nebraska summer

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still thinking about the Irish boats, trees, red doors

Warm and wet, thick air. The students milling around the lodge, spilling out onto the verandah which overlooks orchard and corn fields. The white wine is best here and we haven’t started yet on the martinis but eventually we will.

The thing that’s great about residency is that it’s like you got into this train track, and you’re on that train and not going to get off it. And on the train all you think about is books and writing, words, language, ideas, the spool and spill of drama. We live it. We breathe it. We drink it. What makes a story work? You have a thing, a string underneath it and that string, why it all matters, why the story matters, that’s it. And then you have to work on the plot, the crackling fire of it. You have to get yourself sitting down working. You have to move yourself in the direction of steady creative work.

We’re all in it for ten days, breathing story, writing, wilding around it. Midwestern people drink, they party and have fun but there are limits to the craziness. They keep it in check. This is a good place to be for writers. I went swimming today for two hours. Water, wine, stories.

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