This is a letter I got from Lauren Carpenter in September 2010. On one side is a hand-painted flower and the letter text is on the back, printed in very small letters which is typical of Lauren’s hand printing. When she wrote this letter, she was tired, sad and worried for her writing. I’m posting the letter now in light of the fact that she is beginning to get accepted into MFA programs. –TW
Thank god it’s September! The past few months were all heat & stress. Work was frustrating. I didn’t write much. I felt tired all the time–too tired to read. I moved into a new apartment with Ryan & our friend Jessi (maybe you remember her from the program–but I’m not sure she ever had one of your classes). And it was so hot. Punishing heat. I’m sure it was no better in BG–or out West!
But now it’s cooling down, and so am I. Ideas are starting to click in my head, again. What a relief! I was starting to worry that I’d lost something, that my talents & ambition & everything I’d learned were just wearing away like a coat of paint, blistering in the sun and chipping away. Self-doubt comes so easily. Do you ever feel that way? I get into a panic mode when I can’t write. Oh no I can’t write today but I HAVE to, or I’m a horrible person. That sort of thing. Terrible!
But September’s better. It always is. Mild days, cool nights with the slightest bite of winter, fresh apples in the store, the smell of woodsmoke on the wind, fields turning to rust & straw–all of that just feeds my ol’ soul. Visiting BG for Black Swamp was a good break from routine, too. Did you go? Ryan & I went to see “Trombone Shorty” on Saturday night with Brad Modlin. My goodness, that boy loves to dance. On Sunday I wandered the booths with my family and bought myself a coffee mug, a nice ceramic one with a handsome green glaze. A small purchase, but hugely satisfying. There’s something comforting about hand-made ceramics. Earth & human art, right in your hands…
More later. How is your semester going? Tell me about your writing projects! I know you have a lot brewing…
Peace and cool breezes,