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New Releases: “Read. Reflect. Respond. Rest.”

065Marilyn Catherine McDonald announces the release of her fifth novel, “Read.Reflect.Respond.Rest. 366 Daily Reflections on Random Selections from Scripture.” The print-on-demand book is now available through Amazon.

McDonald’s latest book is an almost four-year record of her daily reflections on random selections from the Bible that she describes as a “journey to the center of her being” through a daily spiritual exercise.

McDonald has been a professional writer since 1967. She received her undergraduate degree from Portland State University in 1975, and her Masters Degree in Communications from University of Portland in 1977

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Winning Fiction Entry from 2014 OWC Writing Contest

Ann Littlewood

This is an excerpt from the winning fiction entry in the 2014 Oregon Writers Colony writing contest.

The Owl on the Road to Medford

By Ann Littlewood

The young green heron, all beak and long fragile bones, fought every bite of herring I poked down its gullet. The bird shuddered from breast to beak tip trying to dislodge the last sliver. “Cut that out. You gotta eat,” I told it. We both started when the doorbell rang. Damn. I set the heron back in its cage and said, “If you barf all that up, I’ll rip your beak right off.” A lie and a waste of breath.

A couple at the door. The woman held—as ever—a cardboard box. Miller Genuine Draft, duct tape all over it. “Evening,” I said. “What you got there?” It was late and the Closed sign was up, but they’d buzzed the clinic doorbell anyway.

She said, “Sorry, Mister, but we found this bird in the road. The gas station guy said you’d take care of it. It was just sitting there where somebody would run over it.”

Probably another baby robin. We’d taken in a dozen already, also an armada of baby mallards, eight scrub jays squalling for Mom, and three bitty squirrels squirming in a heap. Springtime—when humans get their hands on wildlife too young to escape and haul them to the local wildlife rehab center.

The man said, “Innerstate 5. Southbound, at the roadside rest area. Some kind of chicken hawk.” To her—“Give it to him and let’s go.”

“I couldn’t just leave it there,” the woman said, and looked sideways at him with her eyes narrow.

His mouth twitched, sour. “We’re here, aren’t we?”

Late twenties, maybe, both of them, and raised poor. Everyone in Oregon wears sports shoes and jeans, but their front teeth gave them away. His were chipped, hers crowded. That, and their hair. His thick ponytail poked out under a faded Mariners cap, she had two inches of brown pushing yellow away. Broke for a good while.

And both of them tired and cranky. Way cranky.

No sense of danger, even though I was alone. Too road-weary and wrapped up in their own problems. Dollar bills in the donation jar weren’t worth a scuffle. Anyway, I’m big enough that no one bothers me, not without giving it some thought.

She followed the box as I took it and set it on the counter.

He stayed at the door. “Stinks in here.”

Of course it stinks. Bird shit and bait herring and feeder mice. The chlorine disinfectant is the worst. Get over it.

I tore off the tape and opened it up, careful of my eyes. You never know what’s going to bust out talons-first. But this bird sagged in a corner, one wing drooping. Eight inches of speckled brown feathers with tufts on top of its head. “It’s a screech owl.”

The woman made a little snort and muttered, “Chicken hawk, my ass.”

The guy crossed his arms over his chest—blurry dark tattoos. “What do you know? I’ve seen owls. They’re bigger.” Talking to her.

“Owls come in all sizes,” I said, trying to paper over hostility with information. Waste of breath. I reached in and wrapped a hand around the bird’s legs up close to its body. It snapped its beak, no fight in it. I laid it on its back on the counter, the woman leaning close and the man watching, too. The breast felt solid with muscle, not starved down. A recent disaster. With my free hand, I worked along the thin bones hidden under feathers, testing for the tiny crunching wiggle that means a break. Crepitation, it’s called. “Wings are good.” The legs were fine, too. One big yellow eye had a little blood in it. “Concussed. I’ll get it to the vet tomorrow. Probably hit by a car.” I straightened up. “Minding its own business and got clobbered out of nowhere.”

The guy said, “That happens every day. Every damn day.”

When I can, I tell people they did right by trying to help a wild creature. Sometimes it’s a pitch for a donation. Not this time, but still. “It’s stunned and can’t hunt. It would have died out there. Here, it’ll be safe and fed and have a chance. We’ll set it free if we can.”

That always eases people, and it did for her. The guy relaxed a little, too, but kept the impatience. “We gotta go. We got a lot of miles ahead.”

“Where to?” I asked, to be polite.

He said, “Medford, land of milk and honey. Or so I’m told.”

She snapped, “Land where one of us can get a job.”

I folded up the wings to carry the owl to the back room.

He said, “You got what you want, like always, so quit stalling and let’s go.”

“What I want is not have to fix your problems. You can’t ask me to raise—”

“Shit.” I didn’t intend to say it aloud. I wanted them gone.

“What?” She turned away from him and crowded me to see the bird.

Damn.

I touched its lower belly. “Didn’t see it. This big pink spot with no feathers? Brood patch. She’s been sitting on eggs. Or chicks.”

She stepped back and frowned. Wide brown eyes looked a question at me.

I dodged it. “Good timing for her to show up. We’ve got a screech owl youngster in back. It can imprint on this one.” She followed me behind the counter into the back room without asking. Not allowed, but I let it go. After a few seconds, I heard him step after us.

I set the newcomer next to the half-grown chick in a plastic box. It sidled away. The couple stared at the two owls, wild animals catching people’s attention the way they do, while I fetched some cut-up mouse pieces and laid them in front of the birds. Maybe one or the other would eat on its own. Better by far than force-feeding.

The new owl leaned against the side, blotto.

The woman shifted, uneasy. “What about her babies?” She wasn’t going to let it go.

“The dad might handle it. The males help out.”

“He couldn’t do it alone.” The guy was dead certain. “No way.”

The woman’s hands clenched to fists. “We’ve gotta take her back where we found her.”

I shook my head. “She’s too out of it to survive.”

“But her babies will die.”

The guy said, “You can’t save every single one.” Not sarcastic, just saying it.

“You absolutely got that right.” She chewed on her lower lip, scowling.

He said, “It’s not right I have to choose.”

What?

She ignored him and watched the owls. “I could find the exact spot where we picked her up.”

I wondered if I’d have to fight her for the bird.

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Save the date! Cara Black at Annual Conference May 1-3

Cara BlackWe’re proud and excited to announce that Cara Black will be our workshop leader at the 2015 Annual Conference at the Sylvia Beach Hotel in Newport, May 1-3.

Cara Black, New York Times bestselling author of the Private Investigator Aimee Leduc Series, which is set in Paris, will present “Setting as Character.” Her latest book is Murder in Pigalle.

We’ll have more details about the conference as they become available. Registration will open in December. Stay tuned — this conference is sure to sell out!

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2014 Writing Contest Winners Announced

C. Lill Ahrens, contest coordinator for the 2014 Oregon Writers Colony writing contests, has announced contest winners.

Nonfiction

1st place

Ryan Chin, Portland, Oregon, “The Hope He Had”

Nonfiction final judge Jenn Weaver-Neist says about the story:

“From the very first page, “The Hope He Had” offers an inviting cargo of goods: mystery, rich rivers of description, and the author’s natural curiosity that eventually journeys into the American experience. The first-person observations are welcome threads from the fabric of the author’s everyday life, with his two young sons and Big Head the family dog playing complementary roles in his discoveries. Readers share in his reflections too, sifting through perspective and detail to arrive comfortably at the same conclusion: that this is a story about the genealogy of hope, our common ancestry — the tree that never dies.

2nd place

Rachael Pruitt, Eugene, Oregon, “Being Seen – 1972″

3rd place

Michael Coolen, Corvallis, Oregon, “What Is That Thing”

First Honorable Mention

Karen Keitz, Tillamook, Oregon, “Yellow”

Other Honorable Mentions (alphabetical by author)

Stacy Carleton, Portland, Oregon, “Making Room in an Occupied Heart”

Valerie Lake, Corvallis, Oregon, “Night of Lions”

Gail McNally, Beaverton, Oregon, “Fred’s Fall”

“Entries of Note” (alphabetical by author)

Art Edwards, Portland, Oregon, “The Bastard Who Cut My Hair”

Robert Freedman, Portland, Oregon, “Busted”

Donelle Knudsen, Richland, Washington, “Desert Rose or a Blooming Miracle”

Fiction

1st place

Ann Littlewood, Portland, Oregon, “The Owl on the Road to Medford” (Read an excerpt)

Fiction final judge Stevan Allred says about the story:

The winning story gives us a young couple with two problems to solve. One is immediate—what to do about a live bird they’ve come across on the road–and one is existential—will their luck change if they move to Medford? It gives us a sardonic narrator who runs a wildlife rehab center, someone who’s seen it all, and doesn’t think much of the human race. It gives us the sophisticated structure of a peripheral narrator—the story is told by the sardonic narrator, but it’s about the couple. The author’s prose is crisp and confident. The characters are well-drawn and convincing, the setting a little exotic, and the story itself has something to say about the power of a little routine kindness to change the course of events. There’s no real miracle at its core, only the daily miracle of rising above our own cynicism to find a moment of redemption in our daily lives. But that is the human condition, and this story, “The Owl on the Road to Medford,” evokes this truth without any undue sentimentality, and for all of these qualities, I say ‘Huzzah’ to this author. Well done!

2nd place

Donna Farley, Surrey, British Columbia, “The Witnesses”

3rd place

Harry Demarest, Corvallis, Oregon, “One Big Coffin”

First Honorable Mention

Lois Rosen, Salem, Oregon, “The Jewish Colleen”

Other Honorable Mentions (alphabetical by author)

Patricia Barnhart, Lakeview, Oregon, “Spin Cycle”

Patsy Lally, Lake Oswego, Oregon, “The Day I Met My Mother”

Chet Skibinski, Lake Oswego, Oregon, “An Old Man With a Beard”

“Entries of Note” (alphabetical by author)

Gail Bartley, Bend, Oregon, “Mourning Becomes Her”

Harry Demarest, Corvallis, Oregon, “House in the Woods”

Jean Peterson, Nehalem, Oregon, “Dousing Dolly”

Beth Navarro, Corvallis, Oregon, “Road Trip”

Norma Seely, Manzanita, Oregon, “The Appraiser”

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Last Call for Stumptown Lunches

Participants in Stumptown Lit — authors, readers, exhibitors, volunteers, and workshop participants — may order lunch for the event through Friday, Oct. 3.

The lunches will be available only by advance order. They will be served at 11 a.m.

Each lunch consists of sandwich, salad, fruit, cookie, and beverage.

To pay by check, Stumptown lunch form (PDF) and mail it in.

Or use the form below to use credit or debit card on Paypal.


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Get Ready for NaNoWriMo with OWC!

Oregon Writers Colony has plans to make your 2014 National Novel Writing Month a success.

Whether you need time away, a few hours of uninterrupted work to get you started, or some advice putting it all together, you’ll find it in our fall events.

Write at Colonyhouse, weekends in November
NaNoWriMo Open House, Saturday, Nov. 1, 2014, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.
Literary Lounge, featuring Elizabeth Lyon, 7 p.m., Monday, Dec. 1, 2014

Check out the event links for more information.

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Noted Oregon Authors to Read at Stumptown Lit Book Fair

If you’re a fan of Oregon’s top authors, in genres ranging from poetry to science fiction, you won’t want to miss a chance to hear your favorite read from his or her works at the Stumptown Lit Book Fair.

Stumptown Lit happens Sunday, Oct. 19, 2014, at Cheatham Hall of the World Forestry Center. The Book Fair runs from noon to 5 p.m. and is free and open to the public.

Stumptown Lit Readers

Here are the authors scheduled to read during the book fair:

Stevan Allred

Stevan Allred

Stevan Allred is the author of A Simplified Map of the Real World, Multnomah County Library’s Pageturners selection for the fall of 2014.

C.B. Bernard

C.B. Bernard

C.B. Bernard is the author of Chasing Alaska, a Publishers Weekly and National Geographic top-10 pick and finalist for the 2014 Oregon Book Award in nonfiction.

Barbara Drake

Barbara Drake

Barbara Drake’s newest collection of essays, Morning Light: Wildflowers, Night Skies, and Other Ordinary Joys of Oregon Country Life, was published by Oregon State University Press, Fall 2014.

Ed Edmo

Ed Edmo

Ed Edmo, a member of the Shoshone-Bannock Tribes, is a poet, performer, playwright, and lecturer on Northwest tribal culture and a consultant to the Smithsonian Museum of the American Indian.

Elizabeth Enslin

Elizabeth Enslin

Elizabeth Enslin, author of While the Gods Were Sleeping: A Journey Through Love and Rebellion in Nepal, received an Oregon Arts Commission fellowship and lives in Wallowa County, Oregon.

Susan Clayton-Goldner

Susan Clayton-Goldner

Susan Clayton-Goldner’s poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her first collection of poems, A Question of Mortality, was just released from Wellstone Press.

Dana Haynes

Dana Haynes

Dana Haynes‘ most recent thriller, Gun Metal Heart, the fourth in its series, was released from St. Martin’s Press in August. A career journalist, he is communications director for Portland Mayor Charlie Hales.

Phillip Margolin

Phil Margolin

Phil Margolin writes award-winning and best-selling legal thrillers. Two of his books have been made into movies, and two of his short stories have been included in The Best American Mystery Stories anthology.

Rosanne Parry

Rosanne Parry

Rosanne Parry is author of middle-grade novels Heart of a Shepherd, Second Fiddle, and Written in Stone, which recently won the WILLA Award from Women Writing the West.

Paulann Petersen

Paulann Petersen

Paulann Petersen, Oregon Poet Laureate Emerita, has six full-length books of poetry, most recently Understory, from Lost Horse Press in 2013.

Mark Pomeroy

Mark Pomeroy

Mark Pomeroy lives with his family in Portland, Oregon, where he was born in 1969. The Brightwood Stillness is his first novel.

Daniel H. Wilson

Daniel Wilson

Daniel H. Wilson is the New York Times bestselling author of Robopocalypse and its sequel Robogenesis. He holds a Ph.D. in robotics and lives in Portland, Oregon.

Other Stumptown Lit Attractions

Aside from listening to the readings at the Book Fair, you’ll be able to browse the OWC Authors’ Books Table and learn more about your favorite publishers, bookstores, and other literary services among the exhibitors. Enjoy a coffee and a snack as you broaden your knowledge and catch up with old friends.

The Book Fair is just part of an all-day event. The morning begins with a publishing workshop from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. Happening concurrently is a Children’s Story Hour from 10 a.m. to 11 a.m.

After the book fair will be a gala reception honoring best-selling author Jean Auel. You’ll be able to get your copies of Clan of the Cave Bear (and others in the Earth’s Children series) autographed, as well as listening to the two winners of the OWC writing contest read their winning entries. That happens from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m.

Learn more about Stumptown Lit and reserve your space for the workshop, the Authors’ Books Table, and the gala Reception honoring Jean Auel.

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Stumptown Lit registration deadlines extended to Sept. 24

Because delivery of the Colonygram newsletters was delayed, we have extended the registration deadlines for Mary Rosenblum’s Publishing Today workshop, the OWC Authors tables, and the Exhibitors Tables at Stumptown Lit to Wednesday, Sept. 24.  We encourage use of paypal for registration, but if you prefer to send a check, please send us an email so we know it’s coming. We need the names of OWC Authors and Exhibitors by Sept. 24 to be listed in the printed program. Please send an email to Executive Director Holly Franko: hollyfranko@oregonwriterscolony.org. Thanks! We look forward to seeing you on Oct. 19!

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Exhibitors’ Tables Available for Stumptown Lit

We want small presses, booksellers, writers’ organizations, editors, book designers, cover artists, indexers, website designers, and other literary or arts groups to be part of the celebration of the literary community at Stumptown Lit, October 19, 2014, in the World Forestry Center.

During the book fair portion of the day, from noon to 5 p.m. exhibitors at tables around the hall will be able to meet and share their message with fair-goers. Oregon writers will be reading throughout the afternoon, and coffee and snacks will be available for purchase.

The book fair is part of a full day of activities, beginning with a publishing workshop and children’s story hour in the morning and ending with a gala reception honoring Jean Auel in the evening.

You may rent one of a limited number of tables for your organization. They will be available until Sept. 24, if they aren’t all reserved before that.

Thanks for Your Interest

Registration is closed for the OWC exhibitors’ tables at Stumptown Lit 2014.

But be sure to come by and browse the tables and exhibits, listen to our Oregon authors reading their works, and enjoy a fall afternoon of literary camaraderie.

See you there.