Three-Picture Story: AWP Book Fair, Washington State Convention Center, Seattle

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge was THREES: Telling a Three-Picture Story.

It’s a good thing self is at the AWP 2014 conference in Seattle. She has lots and lots of material. Today, she wandered the Book Fair with her roommate, poet and Director of Creative Writing at Old Dominion University, Luisa A. Igloria.

Stopped at the table for the Hugo House.  Found out that they’re hosting readings every night.  Tonight’s features Roxane Gay (editor of PANK magazine, which just accepted one of self’s stories for publication, Happy Happy Joy Joy!), John Haskell, Leslie Jamison, Brett Fletcher Lauer, and Amy Leach.

At the Hugo House Table, a "Reaping" of Sorts!

At the Hugo House Table, a “Reaping” of Sorts!

The Richard Hugo House in Seattle had a table at the AWP Book Fair.

Luisa reaches into the bowl to find her fortune.

Luisa and self each picked one.

Luisa and self each picked one.  This was self’s (!!!).  She likes!

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Self realizes this is a four-picture story.  But she’s never been good at following directions.  Never.

Stay tuned.

The Never-Ending Threes: Self Simply Can’t Get Enough (of This Week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge)

For the first time in the history of this blog, self did not follow her self-imposed rule of posting pictures in this exact sequence: most recent pictures first.

Because of The Daily Post prompt this week, THREES, she decided she’d try for a sequence that served a narrative: Wide view, closer, and closer still.

She took all of these pictures in the space of 10 minutes from her room on the 27th floor of the Seattle Sheraton.

The Restless Eye: Sunset From the 27th Floor, Seattle Sheraton

The Restless Eye: Sunset From the 27th Floor, Seattle Sheraton

Ferryboat, Puget Sound

Ferryboat, Puget Sound

People Moving in Glowing Squares of Light

People Moving in Glowing Squares of Light

Lillian H finished her novel and got it accepted for publication, she revealed a few weeks ago.

She worked on it for many years.  It was always a project shoved in a drawer.

Then, she said, then came 9/11.  That’s why she finished it.

For some reason, self decides to look at a post she wrote from Tel Aviv in 2008.  Ying was dying in a hospital there.  Self was teaching in a community college.  She took two weeks off —  two weeks! — to see her dying sister-in-law.  The Dean killed her for it afterwards.  She lasted only one more quarter.

She remembers being struck by this statement:  “The city is constructed by its gaps.” (Fragments of the European City, by Stephen Barber, 1995)

So many writers milling about as self doggedly writes this post.  Many must wonder at her stubborn abstraction.  A few linger, circle around her, hesitate.  She knows by their feet.  She never looks up.  The square of chairs around her remains undisturbed.  (Quite a feat, considering the only place self can get free wi-fi is the lobby, and that’s where she typed all her posts today)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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