I teach small private writing circles, and for writing conferences and book festivals. I've also begun to write Wordsmithing, a column on writing for our local arts and entertainment paper. Here are workshops in the near future and the Wordsmithing that best expresses what I believe about the practice of Writing:

(In Flagstaff, Az.) WOMEN'S 2007 6-WEEK WRITING CIRCLE

I have three spots open. Thursdays, January - February 8th, 6 - 8 pm - in a private home. We work with free-writing and structured exercises; surf our stories and we dig deep. This circle makes a perfect holiday gift for women writers ready to begin, those already writing, those who have written and feel stalled. 10 writers. $160. To register or for more info: (928-779-5502) or e-mail.

$100 non-refundable deposit to Mary Sojourner, 7409 Old Munds Highway, Flagstaff, Az. 86001.

(In Phoenix, Az.) One-day co-ed writing circle, January 21, 2007. 10-5, hour for lunch. We'll meet in a private home. This circle is for writers with an on-going project. It is small, no more than 8 writers, so that there will be time to write, read and receive feed-back. $120. There are three spots left as of December 14, 2006. To register or for more info: (928-779-5502) or e-mail.

$80 non-refundable deposit to Mary Sojourner, 7409 Old Munds Highway, Flagstaff, Az. 86001.

I will teach small classes at the ASU, Virginia Piper, Desert Nights, Rising Stars conference in Phoenix in February, 2007.

ASU Conference site

I teach long-distance one-on-one. We work by e-mail, regular mail and phone. My initial consultation is $175 for 20 pages (max) double-spaced writing. I give you written comments. I then either put in 30 minutes e-mail time, or we talk by phone for 30 minutes. E-mail or call 928-779-5502 for more information.

Wordsmithing: “...straight down the rabbit hole...”

Morpheus: This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

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Morpheus: I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole?

Neo: You could say that.

---The Matrix

I grew up on fairy tales, never knowing they were the sacred stories and folk legends of my Clan. My grade school teachers trained me in the beauty of a strong, well-made sentence. But, it was my phantom teachers---Hans Christian Anderson, the Grimm Brothers, Scheherezade, Lewis Carroll---who lifted me away from my parents’ living-room into planes of ephemeral light, terrifying midnights---and wisdom that sang like the clear black mountain streams of my childhood. I did not read Carroll’s words about his writing until a few days ago. Until then, I carried his wonderlands in my heart, as did so many of my generation...”one pill makes you larger, the other makes you small...” Recently a friend asked me if I remembered the opening to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, in which Carroll is in a drifting boat on a summer day with three little girls who demand stories. I hunted for the book, found it and turned first to the poem, then to the back cover with Carroll’s credo:

“...there came a day, when one of my little listeners petitioned that the tale might be written out for her...I distinctly remember how, in a desperate attempt to strike out some new line of fairy-tale, I had sent my heroine straight down a rabbit-hole without the least idea of what was to happen afterwards.”

Precisely. Marcel Proust bites into a tisane-infused cookie; Joan Didion sees a woman enter a hotel in Lima, Peru; I find a red sequin on a filthy Vegas sidewalk...and we are down the rabbit-hole. And, there is Morpheus: “You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.”

All artists face that challenge. The best teachers pose it to their students. And, the writer, finally exhausted by her/his efforts to avoid the challenge---that is, making enough money to feel safe for six life-times, managing grown childrens’ lives, being the perfect partner, parent, grand-parent, boss, employee, daughter, son, being perfect---that writer, lonely for her/his work, aching to empty what feels like emptiness onto the page, that writer swallows the red pill. Swallows it all the way, because worse than not swallowing it is the pathos of the person who merely licks off the sugar coating, and hopes something will emerge.