Letter from the director, January 2018
When one year closes, another one opens.
In Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem “Burning the Old Year,” the poet writes
Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.I begin again with the smallest numbers.
As writers, we rarely end one year with all our works-in-progress neatly wrapped up like holiday gifts, and start the first day of the new year with shiny ideas and our best-laid plans. We carry those works, those words, with us from one year to the next, even as we also carry our awareness that something has ended.
Now, 2017 has ended and a new year sprawls before us. Perhaps you feel content with your work in 2017; perhaps you feel regretful that you didn’t do more, write enough, or finish something you started. Fortunately, we still have time (and you have the Center, if you need guidance, support, and inspiration). We “begin again with the smallest numbers,” with possibilities and planning, maybe even with a closing, or even an opening, sentence…
May you write more and better this year than last.
Stacia M. Fleegal, director