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Going back to basics

Part of an MFA program, I believe, is the joy of the journey.
Clarice Lispector: my new Muse/teacher

RIP Alisa Stingley
She was hard on her reporters because she knew they could do better.
Even the seasoned ones could do better. Alisa Stingley was from that old school reporting way that you now only see in movies or hear the veterans talk about when something goes wrong. “When I was a cub reporter…”
But here she was, in the middle of a newsroom full of green reporters deep into their second job, or reporters like me … just wanting to report and find a newsroom to call home. She was there like a testimony, unyielding and a beacon to what this business truly is…the telling of a good story.
Alisa, bless her heart, passed this morning.
I had wondered about the Alisa outside of work. Call me an old softy or a reporter who always wanted to know the why, but I wondered about her life. Where did she work before? How did she get into this business? What was she like as a cub reporter? What did she do for fun? Has she ever fallen in love? That last question was more the writer Icess than the reporter Icess.
I never asked these questions because, well, I didn’t want to cross that line. You know, THAT line between employee and manager. It was a professional setting after all and those weren’t very professional questions. Besides, she was busy grooming me. But I didn’t know that at the time.
We were the polar opposites. She’d get to work at 8 a.m. sharp nearly every morning. I was more lassiez faire about my time and let the workload dictate my start time (I work better later than earlier). She was very by the book–ask the hard question, I was very lets-find-the-answer-somewhere-else. She was very strict, asks lots of questions, and edited that way. I was very artsy…cause, you know, I’m me.
But somehow, through all the differences we were able to get along for the most part. We had our disputes but we worked them out one way or another.
We also had our glory moments:
- When I got into grad school, she was excited for me. Later, she’d say she was tickled. She bought a King’s Cake into the newsroom and we celebrated.
- When I got sick. So sick that I was doubled over in pain, she worried about me. She’d send me home when I looked too uncomfortable, would understand if I couldn’t make it to work.
- When I wanted to write a narrative story, she was there cheering me on. She said, ‘write the story like you would a fiction story’. And I did. The next day, I had a note from her telling me how well I did.
- When she was sick and had to be on temporary disability, she’d email me and other members of my team updates on her condition. She was also giving us gentle suggestions on story ideas.
Alisa was one person with many sides and many characteristics and lots to teach. See, I didn’t need to know how she was like as a cub reporter or how she got into this business. That’s all back story, holes I can fill in later, questions I can ask from secondary sources. The story, the REAL story was who she became, who she was beyond the tough exterior, and why she was so hard on her reporters. Relentless.
She was hard on her reporters cause she thought they could do better. She was tough on me because she KNEW I could do better. She saw in me what I didn’t see in myself, the potential to grow out of my pot, where I’d been seeded, and to be put into the ground where I could flourish.
What it’s like to work in a newsroom
Starts with an idea: Jeff Eastin talks writing
My semester reading list
Yes I KNOW that I haven’t blogged about my first graduate school residency and how transformative it was. I promise that pictures and a video exist but I wanted to give y’all a list of what I’ll be reading this semester.
(Oh if you don’t know, I’m an MFA student in creative writing at Goddard College. Sweet! )
Just finished the first book Tadeusz Borowski’s This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen. More on THAT in another post. Gotta do the annotation for that first.
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An education before an education or graditude to a legend

There was NO WAY I was gonna miss this interview!
As we all know, I’m a reporter. Seems like I’ve been reporting, in one way or another, all of my life. I’ve interviewed politicians, school teachers, a couple of celebrities (Jewel was a surprise) and each time I try to do my homework on them. I want them to walk away knowing that I respected them and their work enough to know that I wanted to ask thoughtful questions.
As a blogger and having some awesome BFFs associated with the USA Network (favorite one EVER) I’ve gotten to ask questions from some pretty cool peeps, including James Roday, Dule Hill, Matt Bomer, Tim DeKay, and of course the show creators or what I like to call the trinity — Franks, Nix, and Eastin.
But when I got a chance to ask Diahann Caroll, — legendary and inspiring actress–a couple of questions…well, I was kinda floored. (Mrs. Caroll is on the hit show White Collar on Tuesdays 10/9 central)
And nervous. Oh so nervous! See, the interview was on the same day I would be traveling to Dallas to fly to my graduate program (more on that later). So not only did I have to finish all my work work but also find intelligant questions to ask a legend in the ten minutes of off time I had.
Yeah. Such is my life.
Oh but it was all worth it. Mrs. Caroll is amazing, sweet, and patient. And she answered my questions –one of which is about actors and scripts. To read the entire transcript, click here.
So my writing question was:
What do you look for in a script that helps you identify with your character?
The answer is cardinal. She said is it was something undescribable. Something intangible that makes her want to take the role. Something in the writing that makes her want to say those words.
That later part — makes her want to say those words — is the most important part of the entire conversation. As a writer, it’s important to keep readers (actors in this case) interested. And it should be seamless. It should be something almost instinctual. Something that just makes you want to say those words out loud.
Mrs. Carroll calls it instinctual, emotional, a kinship, that feeling that an actor gets when they are reading a part. It jumps out at you and makes you want people to understand the character.
Good writing, GREAT writing should make you feel that. Even though a character maybe evil or bad due to or inspite of their circumstances, the reader should feel ownership of them. They should have a gut reaction. The character should move the reader.
What a perfect education for a writer by a perfect teacher.
Needless to say the my MFA writing education started days earlier than scheduled. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Thank you, Mrs. Caroll.
Let’s call it the nerves
Artists and art
A writer friend of mine has a signature on her email that says buying a book is buying art. As a writer, of course, I agree with her. But the thought, as all thought is, is deeper.
My definition of art is the epicenter of which creativity happens. It’s inspirational. It’s a building block to other art. Indeed, on of the main functions of art is to inspire other art and artists.
Let’s take an easy example. Michael Jackson. His art inspired other performers across different genre — Justin Timberlake to Usher. Paul McCartney to Brittany Spears. Their art is built on his art.
So does art belong to one person? Yes and no. Certainly when it’s being created and before it’s released to the world, it belong to it’s creator. It belongs in whole to the artist.
But it’s when the artist releases it’s creation to the world, unshielded by anonymity, that it becomes almost intellectual property.
This is what I’m not saying: Dont take someone’s art and put your name on it. That’s not art that’s stealing. And don’t create art and not give create to what inspired you. That’s just wrong and selfish. What I am saying is that once art is given to the world and it’s digested, heard, listened, read, and reflected on, its no longer the artist’s pet project or some file on a computer. Its experience and the trickle effect from it, belongs to the collective.
That’s probably why I like blogs so much. Well, my blog. Even though my creative art has not been published in traditional forms, it still reaches people. People still read my poems and my stories and it makes them reflect. Even if all they say is, “I liked it” or “It was cool” they saw a little piece of art that day and it’s going to hopefully inspire them to create some of their own.
It makes me happy to be an artist and to be someone who creates things that make people react. I know now it’s a blessing to be able to do that. I hope to give it justice as I continue down this path.


















