There was a very big emphasis on the Writer to Writer program this year. We had the normal alumni reception. I spent time volunteering at the booth. We also did an on sight reading of published work by mentee alumni. Several of us talked about planning for future readings at upcoming conferences. Then there was the Braver Together Gala - a fundraiser for W2W. I was later to it due to volunteer commitment, but it was just one more way the AWP mentorship program was putting itself out there.
One of the fun things about the conference is always the swag. Who will have the best each year?
I added quite a few books to my library this year.
PR for Poets by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Elegy in the Passive Voice by Allen Braden
Twice Told by Caryl Pagel
Blood Sisters by Jenifer DeBellis
A Year of Silence by Polly Buckingham
Gravity Assist by Martha Silano
Bright Stain by Francesca Bell
Body of Starlight by Melissa Carroll
Summer Jobs by John Stupp -- Hawk Parable by Tyler Mills -- Timbrel by Marianne Mersereau
What You Have Heard is True - Carolyn Forche -- The House of My Father by Hiwot Adilow
Tasty Other by Katie Manning and a whole host of Literary Reviews & Journals.
IN REAL LIFE:
|With Kelli Russell Agodon|
I also met Annette Covey and Michael Schmeltzer.
I met Katie Manning for the first time and got to hear her read at an off-site reading. Martha Silano was reading there as well, though I had already met her IRL.
Marianne Mersereau AKA Wild Honey and I met for the first time and we attended the off-site reading mentioned above.
Saturday, Marianne was kind enough to come and support me as I read with other Writer to Writer alumni at the
|With Katie Manning|
|With Marianne Mersereau|
|With Martha Silano|
I had my first taste of yoga with Melissa Carroll. I am not especially bendy but I was able to hang in there. It felt good, after first being a bit painful. Something that I believe I will benefit from. Both physically and in terms of meditating and freeing myself for better writing.
The most asked question from the conference, came the day I wore the shirt with the octopus riding the bike and holding an umbrella. And no, I have no idea what the significance the octopus has to Portland.