Day two of the residency, and it’s still going well. I’m on a quiet side of Lloyd Hall – tucked away in the corner. It’s very private feeling, and very conducive to working into the night…just what I was hoping for. I slept well, I was up early, and then I worked, and I worked, and I worked. It’s chilly, too, but not crazy cold. I went out for a walk this morning in hopes of seeing some deer or elk, but it was just me.
I spent my day working on that short story. I don’t have a printer, but the Community Services office will let you run down with a USB stick and print on their Xerox, and I was down there a couple times today to print of drafts. Double sided printing, too! It’s great. I think there’s a twenty-five page limit, but that might be in one go. If I manage to finish the stories for the collection before I leave, I think I can get printing done at the business centre (which would be better than feeding one page at a time to my little inkjet printer).
I think I might be close to finishing a short story, and with a little luck, I’ll put the last of the revisions to bed tonight and be ready to start something fresh in the morning. I’m still surprised at how well it’s going, and how quickly. Must be the Banff Centre rubbing off on me…it’s like everything has come together to conspire to inspire.
It’s so lovely and quiet. I don’t think I ever truly appreciate how much noise we get from the road at home until I’m here and listening to the wind in the trees.
At breakfast, I bumped into Joni again – she’s still working on revisions for her novel – and Stuart Ian McKay, a poet from Calgary. He’s staying in the Henriquez studio – the boat studio – and we spent some time rhapsodizing about how great the Leighton Studios are in general, and how great the boat is in particular. It’s been a year since I was in the boat, and I’m still giddy about it.
My residency this time around space is great, too. Self-directeds like me get a room that doubles as accommodation and work space, and it’s really very comfortable. Lots and lots of desk space and great lighting. I spent a good chunk of time working in the room today, but I’m starting to learn that it’s not such a bad idea to take your writing for a walk. There are so many nooks and crannies that are ideal for settling down to write. I did some work at the Kiln, which is a groovy little coffee shop in Donald Cameron. And this afternoon (and yesterday evening, and tonight after I finish this post), I wrote in the Gooseberry Deli and Juice Bar, which is in the Sally Borden building.
The dinner time conversation has been excellent, too. Last night, there was discussion about prosthetic theory – something I think I need to learn more about – and tonight, a really interesting discussion about the schism in popular and alternative music, circa 1967, which apparently has much to do with the release of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. And some musings on why poets are hypochondriacs (this from a poet) and about trusting in transcription of words and sound in the creative process. These are things I did not know; these are things I would not know unless I was here.
I’ve got three and a half more days of work ahead of me, and I’m feeling really optimistic about what I’ll be able to get done. One completed short story will be done by tonight. I just need to rework the ending a little and find a title, but there was something in our dinnertime conversation about trusting in the transcription of ideas that seemed to give me an idea, and I’m going to see what I can do with it.
Day two draws to a close. I’m looking forward to day three!
(and I still have not plugged the television in.)
(also – have a look at Boulder Pavement. It’s a new interdisciplinary arts magazine put out by the Banff Centre, and it’s a feast for the eyes. Some really great stuff there.)