Okay, so the Sherman Alexie poem led me to About failbetter.com, which led me to Margo Rabb, who is a contributing editor there, which led me to her blog, which led me to read that...She was at Bread Loaf this summer! See the meadow at the top of this post? I was there the summer a plane had to lane there!
You know how she says she was first there when she was 22? I was there when I was nineteen, twenty, and twenty-one. At the time I was there, I, too, had fantasies about going back as a published writer.
Not anymore, though.
For years, I had real dreams, the kind you have when you're unconscious, about Bread Loaf and about going back. But, as I've probably mentioned here before, they never involved going back as a writer. In my dreams, I always wanted to get back into the network of rooms that made up the kitchen.
But we never, ever, let anyone in there who wasn't staff. The people I'd most want to be with, wouldn't have me now.
I'm speaking metaphorically, of course. The people I knew there are all off somewhere else, middle-aged or dead.