When I first decided to be a writer (does one actually decide this?), I never thought I’d be awarded with the biggest gift a writer could get (besides a large box of black-ink extra fine pilot pens!): TIME. Time to write. Uninterrupted time. An expanse of land to wander, to work, to gather, to meditate.
I began applying to residencies a few years ago. I didn’t know much about how; I just tried to follow the guidelines, submit my poems and hope for the best. It’s definitely a challenge for me to explain what I write or even how I write.
I found myself dressing in the rejection letters, replacing shirts and jeans with printed out form letters, kindly saying thank you, but no.
But a few months ago, I got my first yes. I immediately sent a message to my friend/accountability partner/mentor to tell him of this news. He was excited and also cautious. He wanted me to make sure this was what I wanted and how I wanted it to be. He told me to sit on it and give it a day or two before answering.
I walked around. I imagined myself writing in a state I’ve never been before. I imagined working on a farm, doing various forms of construction/carpentry/gardening/upkeep. I imagined sitting in front of my computer (INTERNET OFF!) and just writing. Working on poems and neglected prose.
Then, a little over twenty-four hours later, I made my decision.
YES. Of course! This has been my dream. And such validation as a writer to be granted this. YES. YES. YES!
My goal is to……well, write. But also to meditate on life and this existence and this privilege to go to a place specifically for writers and artists.
My goal is to poem and to sentence and to edit and hike and create and share and nourish and soak in this beautiful new (to me) land.
Thank you, Art Farm, for this amazing opportunity.
And writers, artists, creators of various sorts, you can do this too!
Do your research and find out residencies that are a good fit for you. Make goals. Search out deadlines. Find some land to spread your art on!