This past Saturday marked the four-year anniversary of my brother's sudden death. I dedicated the morning to remembrance, honoring my brother the best way I knew how: reading Raymond Carver's "Where I'm Calling From" and listening to "Idaho" by Down Like Silver. I spent the evening with my sister, and in between watching 90s feel… Continue reading When Remembering is an Object
Tag: Raymond Carver
Go Read That Instead
Confession: I am behind on my word count for this year's NaNoWriMo. It has happened before, and I am still confident I'll recover. I simply need a weekend's worth of focus to catch up. That being said, instead of writing something new for today's post (I need to save all my creative juices for writing… Continue reading Go Read That Instead
In Praise of the Short Story
For those of you who don't know (I recently learned this myself), May is Short Story Month. In the way April is Poetry Month, someone somewhere deemed May the month that we will pay attention to the oft-overlooked (and hard to publish) short story. The short story is the novel's little sister--she has some great qualities… Continue reading In Praise of the Short Story
Back to the Source
I'm writing this from my parents' house in Central Washington. I'll blame my location for my late post. It's hard to focus on writing when you escape to a place of such comfort. Where my parents live now is fifteen minutes outside of the town I grew up in. When I return to Central Washington… Continue reading Back to the Source
Carver for my Brother
Tomorrow is my brother's birthday, which means I've been reading Raymond Carver. It's like a coping mechanism, I guess, returning to the comfort of Carver's words. Maybe others wouldn't find comfort in the sorrow, the disparity, the wildlife and hunting, death and dying of Carver's work, but I do. I return to him like an… Continue reading Carver for my Brother
Kait Gets Lit 