…showing up to work at my own drawing table was an equally valuable ingredient in the formula for artistic growth and success. If I spent most of my time looking at the work of other artists and hanging out at gallery openings, but not consistently making my own work, I might be inspired and make friends, but I’d never make progress in my own creative path. . . . Your voice develops as a result of showing up and making stuff, not once or twice, but over and over and over again.
Congdon may be talking about art and drawing, but the same can be said for writing.
If commitment and camaraderie helps you show up for your own creativity, here are two fun opportunities to put #PenToPaper, learn about craft, create or find-tune your work, and build your community of writers:
A 6-week online course on creativity and story, a low-stakes fun course with weekly inspiration and prompts. November 2-December 14, 2019. Registration is open and seats are filling up!
Join me and Margaret Noodin for 4 days in Bay View, Wisconsin to study Place, Permission, and Productivity. Immerse yourself in the mix of other writers, enjoy a taste of the Milwaukee Literary Community, and take advantage of plenty of time to write. July 23-27, 2020. Registration is open but lodging is limited!
In Milwaukee writing circles, Marjorie Pagel needs no introduction. She is a powerhouse with the pen (I’ve seen her in action), diving into writing with little hesitation, bringing amazing insight to the page, and then publishing great poems and stories.
Today she guest posts, sharing about her long relationship with writing while introducing us to one of her poems, “The Corn Crop” (one of my favorites). You’ll find an immediate connection in all she writes, so enter the giveaway to win a copy of her latest publication, Where I’m From: Poems and Stories. Deadline to enter is Sunday, May 19th, at noon. Now, welcome Marjorie!
Let’s Write!
My first poem was inspired by the sight of a robin while swinging outside our family’s farmhouse the spring of 1950. I was nine years old. In the next two years I had composed enough original poetry for my first book.
I used my best cursive handwriting on the lined 4×7-inch tablet, decorated the cover with a construction paper design, and dedicated it to my grandmother, Mary Johnson, who lived in Minnesota. I still feel a bit guilty that I never made a similar gift to my other grandmother, Ella Ellingson, in Milwaukee. I actually loved her best.
Since I’m talking
about “one” writer’s beginnings (the other, more famous one, was Eudora Welty)
I may as well mention the two books of original writing that won blue ribbons
at the Marquette County Fair when I was in seventh and eighth grade. They both
bore the title, “Let’s Write,” in recognition of the radio program that
inspired them. Everyone in our one-room country school would sit quietly at our
desks to listen to this broadcast from Wisconsin School of the Air. When the
radio was turned off we would write – a little essay, a story, a poem. For the
county fair I neatly copied each week’s assignment from the school year into a
9×12 notebook.
Here’s what I find
interesting. Some years back when I was writing a blog for Community
Newspapers, I wrote about my “Let’s Write” classroom experience, which became
part of a Wisconsin history project for a girl at Nicolet High School. The two
of us are still Facebook friends.
Flash forward to 2016. I was 75 years old with hundreds of accumulated essays, poems, and stories – most of them sitting unpublished on my computer. Okay, I said to myself, It’s harvest time. Just as my father had harvested his crops each fall, I would harvest some of my best writing in the autumn of my life. It would be a gift to pass along to family and friends. My first book, The Romance of Anna Smith and Other Stories, was published in 2017 with the help of David Gawlik, Caritas Publishing, before my 76th birthday.
“When are you going
to publish your next book?” people asked me, so early this year, at age 77, I
published Where I’m From: poems and
stories.
Meanwhile, I keep writing. I’m a regular participant in the roundtables at Red Oak Writing in West Allis, Wisconsin. I’ve been gaining inspiration and craftsmanship from Wisconsin’s poet laureate, Margaret Rozga, at the University of Wisconsin-Waukesha, and I’m learning new skills in flash nonfiction with Christi Craig. It’s an online class, which means that writers from everywhere are connected. It reminds me of those grade school days when the voice of Marie Applegate in Madison, Wisconsin, reached the listening ears of kids like me in classrooms all across the state.
The message remains the same: “Let’s Write!”
The Corn Crop
That first spring, when my father was just a weekend farmer, he drove out into the sandbur fields to plant corn. He rode like a conqueror on the seat of his new Farmall tractor. It was shiny red, like the little coaster wagon I admired in the Gambles store window.
When all the corn did not come up, my brother and I marched along with our buckets of seed corn. We placed three yellow kernels in each scooped-out hollow and covered them over with smooth dirt. My father figured one out of three ought to grow but sometimes all three did, and so we’d trudge along again thinning out the corn.
One year, the year it hailed, we had a good crop, growing way higher than even my father’s knees by the Fourth of July. Someone said it was the best crop of corn in Marquette County. My father never said that, of course, for he was not given to bragging. Still he had a fierce proud look on his face and his eyes were happy.
When the hail came that summer he was away in the city working his factory job. My mother collected a cupful of the ice marbles and put them in the freezer box of our little Frigidaire. That Friday night when my father came home on the train she showed him the hailstones, her offering of proof that the hail had really happened, that the corn now lay in shreds
and there was nothing she could have done to save it.
ABOUT the AUTHOR
Marjorie Pagel grew up in rural Wisconsin where she attended a one-room country school and graduated with a high school class of just fifty students. She moved to Milwaukee for college, earning both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees from UWM. Meanwhile, she was married, had a family, and worked as a reporter/feature writer for a local suburban newspaper. She is the author of two books and five one-act plays, which have been produced by Village Playhouse in West Allis, Wisconsin.
She continues to participate in writing workshops and is affiliated with local and state writing groups. Writing is part of her daily routine. “It keeps me grounded,” she says. “I want to always remember where I’m from while paying close attention to who I am today – this moment – and my connections to all the people who continue to enrich my life. Although many of the people who have shaped my life are gone now, I celebrate their continuing presence through the gift of memory, and I savor the daily adventure that even an ordinary life has to offer.”
DON’T FORGET! Enter the giveaway by Sunday, May 19th, for a chance to win a copy of her newest book, Where I’m From: Poems and Stories!
