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Elevator Music [AUDIO]

Music for Elevators by Meg Kramer

Nothing Broken / Nothing Burned [AUDIO]

This is an excerpt from a work-in-progress. Scratch vocal...well, scratch everything. But shareable.

Nothing Broken Clip by Meg Kramer

On the so-called "Ground Zero Mosque"

I've been wanting to write something about this, but couldn't quite find the words. I wrote the lines below as a response to a friend's Facebook post, and it seemed just about right:

I am not prone to bouts of patriotic fervor, but I am proud to live in a country which protects its citizens' right to practice the religion of their choice, and I am inspired beyond measure by the tolerance and openness practiced every day in the city I call home.

Prohibiting the construction of a house of worship is much more an affront to my values than the building itself could ever be, no matter how unpopular the religion in question.

If you have questions about the Park51 project, check out their FAQ.

A public place is a portal...

I took a break from my big non-fiction project over the last week or so. Seems like I've needed to take a step back from it. In the meantime, I've been revisiting some unfinished stories and new ideas. I think the time has been good, but I ought to get back to the big one.

So, the big non-fiction project is a series of essays and tangents that all relate back to the public parks in my hometown. When I started working on it, I didn't expect it to be any longer than maybe 15 pages (typed, double-spaced, one-inch margins). I had a whole bunch of ideas about what it might be, but I didn't think it would really be something that I would invest a lot of time working on. But, while researching the parks, I've discovered that these public places give me access to moments in time that I normally wouldn't reflect upon - moments of my own history, and that of my community. Some of those moments are nice. Some of them are dark, and difficult to write about. The places act like a prism, filtering the components that form a culture, and culture is complicated.

So, back to it...

Learning by doing

Project Waldo (Image by Nate Simpson)

Last fall, my roommate Hermann (who has since returned to Iceland, boooo!) sent me a link to a blog called Project Waldo, by a fellow named Nate Simpson. Nate quit his job back in January of 2009, and planned to create a storyboard for the film he'd been dreaming of making for ten years. But few months into the project, he scrapped the film and decided to create a comic book instead.

The blog has documented his progress as he has learned "how to make a comic by making a comic," and I think it's fascinating. I've often heard people say that they don't want to read work on making art - writing, making music, etc. - unless the artist is famous, or has attained some kind of recognition for their work. I think that what those people usually mean is that they don't want to hear pronouncements on how art ought to be made, unless it comes from someone they respect. But there are other ways to write about, and talk about, the process of creation, and I like to hear what it's like for other people who, like me, know that they don't have the answers, but can share their failures and successes as they try to figure out how to make their art live up to their dreams.

That's what I hope this blog will eventually be - a document of things that I've tried, strategies that worked, and snapshots of those occasions when I've fallen flat on my face.

Tally-ho!

Hey, nose! Meet grindstone.

Not an actual grindstone

I am still in the thick of this nonfiction project I've been working on all summer. It's starting to look like it wants to be a lot longer than I imagined at the beginning. I've been kind of stuck lately, because writing about real people brings all of these ethical issues into play, and it just makes me want to stop writing and start watching television or playing video games or developing some kind of hobby that doesn't involve pressuring myself to create something that kicks ass. But let's not kid ourselves. I love the pressure.

And now I have all of these ideas for other, new, shiny projects just flooding in, and I haven't been letting myself work on anything else all summer. Maybe this is a mistake. Sometimes it's right to really focus on one thing until it's finished, but when I have multiple projects it often seems like they end up feeding one another, and they all end up better than they would have without the others. So I think it's time to try branching out for just a little while, to let myself get some perspective.

The summer reading is going well. I've been taking advantage of the public library, and I have a great pile of books on my mantle (yes, I really have a mantle). I stumbled across this fantastic little collection of Soviet short stories, and it has some gems. When I'm done, I'll post a review up here.