Thursday, October 23, 2014

Deb: Why We Care - Detroit’s Little Library Challenge

At the Little Free Library on Hiland Mountain

Never has there been so much noise about books, publishing, and authorship. Or so much handwringing. Amazon vs. Hatchette. The Big Five vs. the Little Guys. Sound bites vs. sustained immersion. Upheaval, bottom to top.

Let’s set that aside for a moment to focus on one simple precept: the power of the book to transform. Then extend that to an entire community that’s taking on the big, big challenge of transforming itself through the power of books.


I write my books from a little house on an Alaska mountainside that’s 3000 miles from Detroit. My closest Little Free Library is another three miles up the mountain, along a winding road with views of Cook Inlet and, on clear days, a big beautiful mountain, which we Alaskans call Denali.

Distance and differences aside, I’m rooting for Detroit’s Little Free Library Challenge. Kim Kozlowski’s IndieGoGo project is all about the things we Alaskans believe in: community, resilience, and self-reliance, empowered by a deep and transcending appreciation—call it love—for the spaces around us.

The goal of Detroit’s Little Library Challenge is to make their city the Little Free Library capital of the world, with a phase one goal of setting up 313 Little Free Libraries. It’s good press for a place that’s had more than its share of bad. But the Challenge is also about the fundamental transformations that happen through books. Readers are smarter than non-readers, with above average emotional intelligence and empathy. The number of books in a home is the single best indicator of how well a child will do in school. Reading reduces stress and improves sleep. All good things for a community that’s looking to make a comeback.

We’re rooting for them, all the way up here. Along with other Alaska Authors, I’m donating books to seed an Alaska Little Free Library on the streets of Detroit, a reminder that when times are tough, it doesn’t matter where you live—we all come together.

But for this Little Free Library to become a reality, we need your help. For just sixteen dollars, you can do your part to make it happen. Let’s show Detroit some love!

If you’re an author, Detroit’s Little Libraries project is accepting donations of autographed books to seed regionally-themed libraries as part of their Ambassador option. But for those libraries to be built, they also need cash, so please join in this outpouring of love and affirmation by pledging your support todayFor Alaska: 16 authors bringing 4 pledgers each, and we'll meet our goal!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Carolyn Kremers: The Non-Conforming House – Part 3



I did not intend to devote this third installment of "The Non-Conforming House" to a single night-dream of mine—so I won't, for fear you won't understand.  Instead, I'll begin with a brief comment on my creative process and some background about Carl Jung.

True to my resolution to treat this blogging opportunity as an extended/extending artistic experiment, yesterday I sat down for an hour and did what I did not do for the first two blogs: I reviewed, and even organized, notes.

Yes, I had made notes.

Nearly a week ago, in the freshness of a Sunday morning—after I'd awakened and turned off KUAC-FM radio, for they'd begun their Fall Fundraiser and I wasn't in the mood for yammering, and after I'd walked up to the outhouse and back—I was pouring water onto a cloth to wash my face, and using a pitcher and a red plastic cup (instead of the clumsy spigot on the blue 5-gallon jug, which causes me to waste water), when I found myself thinking of things to say in Blogs #3 and #4.  Thereafter for about an hour, I scribbled ideas and sentences on what turned into a bevy of yellow sticky notes—while at the same time washing my face, cooking oatmeal in a bowl in the microwave oven (a method that produces a gelatinous mass not so appetizing as my pre-construction-days stovetop-cooked oatmeal, but hey, this saves me from having to use up water and propane and time to wash a pot and a wooden spoon), then eating the oatmeal with walnuts and raisins, washing the week's dirty dishes with water heated in the tea-kettle, dumping the soapy water into the slop-bucket to carry outside, and brushing my teeth with my electric toothbrush.

I knew (knew?) that my Blog #3 would swirl around languages—meaning the "non-conforming" nature of my life, language-wise.  And now suddenly—unexpectedly, inconveniently, intriguingly—several ideas about that were taking shape and crystallizing, right when (of course) I should have been focusing on getting dressed and sitting down to draft Blog #2. 

So that is how I came to have notes to review for this week's Blog #3.

Last night there were many medium-sized yellow squares to sift through and stick, in some kind of order, onto blank sheets of paper—plus three books to review (one of which I'll name shortly, the other two next week perhaps), and a pile of folders with notes from other people's work and ideas, stretching back many years.

I spent that hour—plus more time later (11:00pm to 3:15am)—gathering and mulling over my thoughts, ideas, research, and long-time learning about the "languages" that speak to me and nurture/inform my own life and work:

nature           music               poetry              the act of translating poetry    
German / Russian / Mandarin Chinese / Spanish / Central Yup'ik / Spokane Indian / Buryat
the myths, stories, songs, and contemporary literature of indigenous peoples worldwide
the theories and writings of Swiss analytical psychologist Carl Jung
the basic tenets, history, and goals of Tibetan Buddhism
and (perhaps most important?) connections between all of these…

It was an engrossing five hours and proved, of course, to be way too much for a 49 Writers blog post.  Perhaps my Blog #4 can touch on some of what I concluded.  For now I'll just tackle a little of Jung and the gift of my night-dream.

In 1909, Carl Jung made a seven-week trip to the United States with his friend and elder colleague, Austrian psychologist Sigmund Freud.  In his autobiography Memories, Dreams, Reflections (first published in 1961 in German, after Jung had passed away at nearly 86), the younger man stated, "We were together every day, and analyzed each other's dreams…Freud was able to interpret the dreams I was then having only incompletely or not at all…One in particular was important to me, for it led me for the first time to the concept of the 'collective unconscious'…" (p. 158, Vintage Books Edition, publ. 1989).

(Note to the reader: all of the quoted material below is from this edition, pages 158-162).

Jung's dream went like this:

He was in a house with two stories, a house he didn't know, but it was "his house."  He found himself in the upper story, where there was "a kind of salon furnished with fine old pieces in rococo style.  On the walls hung a number of precious old paintings.  I wondered that this should be my house, and thought, 'Not bad.'  But then it occurred to me that I did not know what the lower floor looked like."  Jung describes what he saw as he descended the stairs to the "ground floor," which proved to be everywhere "rather dark" and to have floors of red brick and furnishings from medieval times.  Then he discovered a heavy door that opened onto "a stone stairway that led down into the cellar," where he found himself "in a beautifully vaulted room which looked exceedingly ancient" and, he concluded, proved to be "from Roman times."

"My interest now was intense," Jung writes.  "I looked more closely at the floor.  It was of stone slabs, and in one of these I discovered a ring.  When I pulled it, the stone slab lifted, and again I saw a staircase of narrow stone steps leading down into the depths.  These, too, I descended, and entered a low cave cut into the rock.  Thick dust lay on the floor, and in the dust were scattered bones and broken pottery, like remains of a primitive culture.  I discovered two human skulls, obviously very old and half disintegrated.  Then I awoke."

Jung tells how Freud "was chiefly interested in" the two skulls, and how Freud urged him "to find a wish in connection with them"—a secret death-wish that Jung might feel toward some person or people he knew.  Jung "felt violent resistance to any such interpretation" and had his own idea—or "intimation"—of what the dream might mean, but he was reluctant to express it.  Only after some weeks did he finally allow himself his own interpretation of the dream.

"It was plain to me," he writes, "that the house represented a kind of image of the psyche—that is to say, of my then state of consciousness, with hitherto unconscious additions.  Consciousness was represented by the salon.  It had an inhabited atmosphere, in spite of its antiquated style.  The ground floor stood for the first level of the unconscious.  The deeper I went, the more alien and the darker the scene became.  In the cave, I discovered remains of a primitive culture, that is, the world of the primitive man within myself—a world which can scarcely be reached or illuminated by consciousness.  The primitive psyche of man borders on the life of the animal soul, just as the caves of prehistoric times were usually inhabited by animals before men laid claim to them.

"During this period I became aware of how keenly I felt the difference between Freud's intellectual attitude and mine…The dream pointed out that there were further reaches to the state of consciousness I have just described: the long uninhabited floor in medieval style, then the Roman cellar, and finally the prehistoric cave.  These signified past times and passed states of consciousness.

"Certain questions had been much on my mind during the days preceding this dream.  They were: On what premises is Freudian psychology founded?  To what category of human thought does it belong?  What is the relationship of its almost exclusive personalism to general historical assumptions?  My dream was giving me the answer.  It obviously pointed to the foundations of cultural history—a history of successive layers of consciousness.  My dream thus constituted a kind of structural diagram of the human psyche; it postulated something of an altogether impersonal nature underlying that psyche…It was my first inkling of a collective a priori beneath the personal psyche…Later, with increasing experience and on the basis of more reliable knowledge, I recognized [such images] as forms of instinct, that is, as archetypes…

"To me dreams are a part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive, but expresses something as best it can, just as a plant grows or an animal seeks its food as best it can…"

This story of Jung's was one of the many writings and notes I had spent time reviewing last night.  Imagine my surprise (and in some ways gratitude), when I awoke this morning—again to the yammering of the Fall Fundraiser at KUAC, which I again turned off, for I'd already phoned-in my annual contribution on Wednesday—and now realized I had had a dream about my non-conforming house and I should write it down.  Which I did and which, of course, proceeded to speak to me even more as I participated in the act of recording the dream in written words and thereby giving it / bringing to it more form and substance than it had had, moments before, in my "fresh" memory.
As Jungian analyst Brian Collinson, in Canada, expresses on his website Journey Toward Wholeness, it is true that all humans must dwell somewhere.  This applies to each person in his or her inner world as well as in the outer one.  As in the outer world, one's inner house has characteristics, and one's relationship to that house is changed by one's choices.  A Jungian thinker pays attention to the theme, motif, or archetype of the house in the dreams of herself or of others, in times of personal tension or crisis or, indeed, at any time. 

And so my dream (from sometime before 8:00am this morning) seems quite relevant here.  But alas, my word count is more than used up.  And so I must wait until next week to share the dream.



Carolyn Kremers lives in Fairbanks and teaches part-time in the English Department at the University of Alaska Fairbanks.  Her books include Place of the Pretend People: Gifts from a Yup'ik Eskimo Village (memoir), The Alaska Reader: Voices from the North (anthology co-edited with Anne Hanley), and Upriver (poetry; a sequel to Place of the Pretend People).  Upriver was a Finalist for the 2014 Willa Award for poetry, from Women Writing the West. Carolyn's website is www.pw.org/content/carolyn_kremers_1

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Ross Coen: Context versus Content



Historians, in nearly everything we write, are supposed to have an argument. By that I mean our written accounts of past events should not merely describe what happened but also feature some sort of analysis in order to situate those events in a larger historical context.

What social forces existed in San Francisco in the 1920s and how did they constrain the economic opportunities available to Filipino cannery workers? That sort of thing.

Historians interpret the past as much as we recover it. In doing so we enter a dialogue with every other historian, living and deceased, who has ever written—and thus made an argument—on that same topic.

If you’ve ever wondered why hundreds of books about Abraham Lincoln are published every year, especially when an estimated 50,000 already exist, there’s your answer. New and occasionally groundbreaking interpretations of how and why Lincoln and his contemporaries acted the way they did will keep these debates going for years—probably centuries, in fact.

But what happens when one uncovers a tale from the past that while engaging enough to justify the telling appears to lack the historical heft to develop from it a thematic or analytical argument?

This was the dilemma I faced while researching and writing my latest book, Fu-Go: The Curious History of Japan’s Balloon Bomb Attack on America.

To summarize, late in the World War II, the Japanese Army launched thousands of large hydrogen balloons armed with incendiary bombs knowing that once the devices reached an altitude of 30,000 feet they would enter the strong westerly winds of the upper atmosphere and be carried to North America in about four days. A series of altimeters and fuses would then drop the incendiaries, which, the Japanese hoped, would ignite wildfires the Americans would have to fight by diverting resources that otherwise might have been used in the war effort. Nearly 300 hundred balloons are confirmed to have landed in the United States and Canada. About 30 reached Alaska.

The story grabbed me from the very first day I began my research—but I gathered very early on the Japanese balloon offensive merited barely a footnote in the sweeping history of the Second World War. This was a failed campaign of no strategic importance. For me to craft an argument, to endow the story with historiographical significance, would be to cause the narrative to collapse under a weight it could not possibly support.

Sure, I could have argued that Japan’s technical ingenuity in weapons design rivaled that of America with its significantly greater natural resource base. Or that the attention paid to such a fanciful weapon as a balloon bomb pointed to the triumph of the propagandists over more rational military strategists. But why take such a riveting story and make it tedious?

In the end I decided to simply tell the tale as best as I possibly could. My book is a straightforward narrative. I do provide some historical context, of course, but only in the service of supporting the narrative.

I imagine the process of contextualization for the poet, playwright, and novelist is not so different. One must continually balance the telling of a story against the need to construct an edifice in which that story is told.

I leave it to readers and reviewers as to whether or not my approach in Fu-Go strikes an appropriate balance.

Ross Coen is a historian who writes about the American West, Alaska, and the Arctic. More information about Fu-Go is available here: http://www.nebraskapress.unl.edu/product/Fu-go,675932.aspx

Monday, October 20, 2014

Spotlight on Alaska Books: Dead Reckoning, by Dave Atcheson


Something about the way he sized me up from the deck of his boat, his stance, his stabbing glare—a look that told me he and he alone was the boss, off shore and on—made me hesitate, even when he finally asked us in a gravelly voice to come aboard. But as we began to take that step over the rail and onto the boat he stopped short, turning abruptly to look me in the eye and catching just a glint of my momentary panic.

“So, you want to be a fisherman,” he said, more of a wager than a question.

Then, without waiting for a response he quickly turned, leading us into his kingdom, the beginning of my long and desultory alternative education. My introduction to the sea.


Having never even seen the ocean, an adventurous youth takes his first job at sea aboard The Lancer, with Darwin Wood, a vestige of the past, a man so confounding, so complex and so frightening, that it’s hard to believe the young man walks away from the experience unscathed. Forced to buddy up with an accused murderer in order to cope, he begins to question his deeply ingrained ideas of success and status, the resulting conflict finally resolving itself 15 years later, in the least likely of places: on the Bering Sea, aboard a boat in peril, during a night of terror that would reshape the lives of everyone involved.

This is a story that in some respects shares many of the themes expressed in works of nonfiction such as The Perfect Storm or Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild. Yet it is vastly different from these in that it delves into a side of Alaska rarely seen, taking not only an intimate look at life at sea, but an insider’s view into one of this state’s small communities, and the myriad of upstarts, dropouts, and rogues that color its landscape.

“This book is so much more than an adventure story. Dave Atcheson is not just a gifted storyteller but a writer of great intelligence, insight, and compassion. Dead Reckoning probes with humor and humility important questions about the choices we all make in life and the values we find in the natural world and our relationships with others.”
-Nancy Lord, former Alaska Writer Laureate, author of Fishcamp and Beluga Days

Dave Atcheson is the author of National Geographic’s Hidden Alaska: Bristol Bay and Beyond and the guidebook, Fishing Alaska's Kenai Peninsula. He has written for a variety of periodicals, from Outdoor Life to Boys' Life, and is a frequent contributor to Alaska Magazine and past contributing editor for Fish Alaska Magazine. He lives in Sterling, Alaska and is a member of 49 Writers. Dead Reckoning, Navigating a Life on the Last Frontier, Courting Tragedy on its High Seas, is published by Skyhorse Publishing, and is available in hardcover, Kindle, Nook, and as an audiobook. He'll be speaking at the UAA Bookstore in Anchorage on Wednesday, Oct. 22, from 5 to 7 pm.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Weekly Roundup of News and Events

Tired of working conventional hours? Yearn for the flexibility of working from home or your favorite coffee shop? Dream of meeting and getting to know respected Alaskan writers and distinguished visiting authors? Have we got the job for you! 49 Writers is seeking an energetic, enthusiastic executive director to fill the shoes of current leader Linda Ketchum, when she departs for distant shores at the end of this year. For the job description and information on how to apply, go to the 49 Writers website or click the logo at the top of the blog sidebar. We know you're out there! Our state is brimming with hidden talent, so don't be shy--step forward.


Thank you to the 35 people who came out last night for Susanna Mishler's reading and craft talk on the topic of "can a poem be a machine?" Especially the students from Kate Partridge's class! It's always heartening to see young people in the audience who are fully engaged with the program (they definitely deserve that extra credit). Susanna advanced thoughtful arguments, drawing on the work of many writers, and delighted us with her closing abecedarian poem about the workaday tools from her trade as an electrician. Hooray as always to Great Harvest Bread for the venue and the treats: folks, it's pumpkin bread season so don't miss the Nov. 13 Reading & Craft Talk with Lee Goodman.

The 49 Writers annual membership drive is in full swing! If you enjoy following this blog and even if you check in only occasionally, please consider becoming a member if you haven't already made a contribution. Member donations help us keep supporting writers around Alaska, and many of you tell us how much you value the blog. We hit more than 30,000 page views in the last month (more than double from a year ago), so we must be doing something that resonates with you, our beloved community of writers. Help us keep on keeping on! Membership starts at a modest $49.

Deb Vanasse and Don Rearden report that they had a great trip to the Kenai Peninsula last weekend, when they featured in a reading and each taught a workshop at Kenai Peninsula College in Soldotna. There was a wonderful turnout at the evening event and engaged and insightful students attended the craft workshops. There were many requests for more author events and classes! We'll see what we can do. Kudos and thanks to 49 Writers member and KPC host Dave Atcheson (Dead Reckoning).

Alaska Book Week is over, after months of planning by the committee, and we are delighted that so many people and organizations came together to celebrate Alaska's authors and their books. If you held an event or mounted a special display, do remember to sent details and photos to ABW coordinator Jathan Day at akbookweek (at) gmail (dot) com, so he can feature your activities on the website and give people ideas for next year. Special thanks to Jathan, Sara Juday, Lila Vogt, Vered Mares, Rayette Sterling, Stephanie Schott, and Patience Frederiksen, for serving so ably on the committee. And thanks also to the Alaska Writers Guild, for collaborating with Loussac Library to stage a very successful second annual Great Alaska Book Fair last Saturday.

Upcoming classes and events at 49 Writers
  • Saturday, Nov. 1, 10am-1pm, 645 W. 3rd Avenue, Anchorage: Complex and Conflicted Characters, creative writing workshop with Don Rearden (The Raven's Gift). This workshop was popular with writers in Juneau and Soldotna, so sign up now!
  • Thursday, Nov. 13, 7pm, Great Harvest Bread Co., Anchorage: Reading & Craft Talk with Lee Goodman (Indefensible)
  • Saturday, Nov. 22, 9am-12pm, 645 W. 3rd Avenue, Anchorage: Composition by Juxtaposition, creative writing workshop with Caroline Goodwin (Trapline), Alaska-born Caroline moved from Sitka in 1999 to attend Stanford as a Wallace Stegner fellow in poetry. She is currently serving as the first Poet Laureate of San Mateo County, CA and teaching in the MFA Writing program at California College of the Arts in San Francisco.
  • Monday, Dec. 1, 6-9pm, Juneau (location TBD): Composition by Juxtaposition, creative writing workshop with Caroline Goodwin.
For more information and to register for these and our November classes, visit our website.

NOTE: We have missed listing some events recently because we didn't know about them! Do email us your announcements and/or posters (in jpeg format, please) and we'll line them up for you.

Events in Anchorage

Wednesday, Oct. 22, 5-7pm, UAA Campus Bookstore: Alaska Memoirs with Dave Atcheson and Jeff Schultz. Dave Atcheson discusses his memoir Dead Reckoning: Navigating a Life on the Last Frontier, Courting Tragedy on its High Seas--a story in which college students and “fish hippies” work in canneries alongside survivalists, rednecks, religious freaks, and deckhands with damning secrets in dangerous waters, driven by the need to feed an insatiable appetite for adventure. Photographer Jeff Schultz will discusses Chasing Dogs – My Adventures as the Official Photographer Alaska’s Iditarod. Schultz has served in this official capacity since 1982, traveling by plane, snow machine, snowshoes, and on foot to capture the race as no one else has.

Thursday, Oct  23, 7pm, Loussac Library, Wilda Marston Theater: A community conversation on Truth & Propaganda. Investigative journalist and author of Camp 14, Blaine Harden, will be interviewed by Don Rearden, board president of 49 Writers and author of The Raven's Gift, Free and open to the public. Join the conversation!
Events around Alaska 

Tonight, Friday, Oct. 17, 7pm, Juneau Arts & Culture Center: Woosh Kinaadeiyí will host their annual Grand Poetry Slam competition that includes a slam competition featuring winners from the past season. The poets will perform original work and are judged by members of the community. The winning poet will receive $50 and the 2014 Grand Slam Award. Competing in the slam are David Parish, Michael Christenson, Max Suzuki, Nathan Block, and Bill Merk. The event will also include opening performances by Katie Bausler, Gemini Waltz, Anna Hoffman, Miguel Rohrbacher, Henry Melville, Robert Stephenson, and Ziggy Unzicker as the 2013 Grand Slam Champion and Sacrificial Poet. The show will be hosted by Christy NaMee Eriksen and Conor Lendrum, with DJ Manu. The event is pay as you can, with a suggested donation of $5-10. Click here to learn more. Contact: Christy NaMee Eriksen, Woosh Kinaadeiyí President, christynamee@gmail.com,

Tonight, Friday, Oct. 17, 7pm, Murie Auditorium, UAF: Sherry Simpson, author of Dominion of Bears and two essay collections, will be reading her work for the Celebration of Writing on. Parking on campus is free after 5pm and there are lots adjacent to the Murie Building. This event is free and open to the public. Sherry will be holding a craft talk in Gruening 202 at 3pm this afternoon. Those of you interested in attending dinner please contact emparker2@alaska.edu.

Friday, Oct. 31, 6pm: The Canvas in Juneau is holding its annual Halloween Party, and they are looking for experienced story tellers to participate in the campfire ghost stories, an integral part of the event. There will be about thirty minutes of scheduled storytelling and then a 30-minute open mic. If you know anyone who would be interested, contact Kelly Manning at the Canvas, 586-1750.

Ernestine Hayes has contacted us to ask that we help get the word out about the Juneau NaNoWriMo event. Click here for their Facebook page if you want to get involved.

Author News

Rasmuson Foundation has announced the selection of four artists from Alaska who will each spend eight weeks in residence at acclaimed Lower 48 arts organizations as part of the 2015 Artist Residency Program. Ernestine Hayes, a writer in Juneau, will be at the Djerassi Resident Artists Program near Woodside, CA. She will focus her energy on various ongoing fiction projects, and immerse herself in aspects of the traditions of ancient Chinese poets, contemporary American ghazals and the lyricism of oral history. Congratulations, Ernestine! The other artists are Linda Lyons, a visual artist and painter in Anchorage, who will be in residence at the Santa Fe Art Institute in Santa Fe, NM, in partnership with Institute of American Indian ArtsMary Matthews, a visual artist and art therapist in Fairbanks, will be in residence at the McColl Center for Art + Innovation in Charlotte, NC, and Michael Walsh, a media artist and filmmaker in Homer, will be in residence at Zygote Press in Cleveland, OH. Click here to learn more about the Artist Residency Program.

Opportunities for Alaskan Writers

Early Bird Preregistration for next year's AWP conference ends Oct. 31. Register today for #AWP15, which runs from April 7-11, 2015, at the Minneapolis Convention Center and the Hilton Minneapolis Hotel. The early-bird registration period offers the more significantly discounted rates for North America’s best-attended and most dynamic literary conference.

Saturday, Nov. 8, 9am-2pm, Anchorage School District Young Writers Conference: Inspire the next generation of published authors by volunteering to share your craft and passion with students in grades 6-12. Showcase and sell your (age appropriate) books. Interested? Fill out this brief proposal form: http://tinyurl.com/n7wsgze. Authors do not need to be on site for the whole conference, but they are welcome to eat a pizza lunch with students, listen to keynote speaker Debbie Miller, and visit with students and fellow authors in a "Meet the Authors" space. Questions or concern? Contact Lisa Weight, Language Arts Curriculum and Instruction, ASD ED Center, at 907-742-4476.

Young Emerging Artists, Inc. is happy to announce that registration for the Alaska Region of the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition is now open to students in Grades 7-12 in public, private or home schools throughout the entire State of Alaska. Students must submit their work no later than Dec. 20, 2014. If you have questions please contact the President of YEA, Ben Ball, at ben.ball@yeaalaska.org or, if you have a contest specific question, write to contest@yeaalaska.org. Students and teachers register at http://www.artsandwriting.org.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Glen Klinkhart: What Name Should I Write - My Book Signing

Glen Klinkhart

Having your book published is a huge milestone for any author. Getting my memoir published was a thrill of a lifetime but it was tempered with the reality of having to go out and "sell" my work at speaking engagements and book signings. At each of my signings I experienced how much support the people of Alaska give to local authors, how appreciative people are to speak with you, and how we have more things in common than we have differences.  It was in that spirit I wish to share some of the things I learned at my book signings.

Set your own schedule. Work with your publisher but set your own schedule for signings and appearances. Don't have back to back book signings. Try and keep your appearances to less than four hours at a time. Anything longer and my ability to stay open, happy, and engaged with readers become problematic.

Stay in touch with the venue. Whether you set up the signing or your publisher did, have a contact name and phone number for someone who will actually be at the venue. I have missed flights, forgotten posters, lost banners, run out of pens, and have had other missteps before, during, and after a signing. Having a local person you can call on to assist you in your hour of need is invaluable.

Bring someone with you. Having another person with you gives you another set of hands and eyes. Having help, even with the little things, allows you to concentrate on the most important part of the event, the reader.

Plan ahead. Get to know the bookstore, the owner, and the employees. At one major bookseller I arrived well before the store opened. I brought fresh bagels with me as I was allowed to sit in on their morning staff meeting. The employees in turn became excited about my story and my book. Several of the salespeople later told me they had never had an author come and meet them. Weeks later I heard from friends that those same sales people were approaching them and personally recommending my book.

Make sure who is responsible for providing copies of your book. Will the store have them there or are you bringing books with you? A mistake, even one by someone else, makes you look unprofessional and your readers are the ones who will suffer for it.

Bring a couple extra copies of your book with you. I always bring four or five copies of my book to the venue, even at large book stores. There are several reasons for this.
You run out. If things go well and books run out, a couple extra copies can help save the day. At one venue they ran out of books so I gave my extra copies to a very happy store owner who sold them to the last customers of the night.

Misspellings and Mistakes. I worry so much about the probability of misspelling a reader's name that I often have problems sleeping the night before. To help alleviate my concerns, I bring several books to replace any of a venue's copies I might mess up.

Avoid misspelling someone's name. Always ask people to spell their name for you, even if you think you know how to spell it. Do not be afraid to ask them to repeat it. Even when you try your best mistakes can, and will, happen. During one book signing a father and his 16 year old daughter walked up to have me sign her book. After getting her name, I asked how to properly spell it. Her father piped up and slowly gave me the spelling. As I finished writing the girl turned to her father and said, "Dad, that's not how you spell my name."

It's not about you. Remember you are there for the bookstore owners, the venue, and most of all, the readers. Never forget Alaska is one small town, in one big state.

Give everyone some of your time. Do your best to give every person who comes to the signing a few minutes of your time. Let them tell you about their experiences, their story, and their perspective. You can often use those experiences to write something meaningful to them as you sign their book.

Encourage other writers. You wrote a book. You got it published, and now you are signing your book for readers. This, in and of itself, is something many people dream of doing and you may be living someone's dream. Share your journey. Encourage them. Help inspire other writers.

Have fun. This is the closest I will ever come to feeling like, and being treated like, a rock star, so I try and enjoy every minute of it. That being said, being an author does not give you the right to grow an enormously large ego, trash your hotel room, and swim naked in the hotel swimming pool or what the police would later describe as the "fish pond." I may, or may not, know from actually experience about these sorts of things. I'm just saying.

Glen Klinkhart was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska and was a police detective for over seventeen years with the Anchorage Police Department. His writings include a non-fiction book entitled, A CyberCop's Guide to Internet Child Safety, and the True Crime Alaskan Memoir, Finding Bethany. For more information, visit www.glenklinkhart.com.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Carolyn Kremers: The Non-Conforming House – Part 2

I hope I won't be flogged by Deb Vanasse (the kind person who posts these blogs), because I'm submitting this Part 2 on a Sunday instead of a Friday.  I have reasons, of course.  The truth is, I took a big risk.  I decided to write my four blog-posts on Fridays only, and to submit each post on the same Friday it was written.  Such spontaneity would be in the true spirit of blogging, right?  I figured any time of the night would do for emailing the submission, since Deb likely would not stay up past midnight on Fridays looking for such things.  And so I launched my experiment.

All went well the first Friday.

The second Friday, though, my non-conforming day job—Adjunct Lecturer at UAF—trumped the writing.  Friday was the deadline at UAF for "Freshman Progress Reports": so-called Midterm Grades—except it's not the midterm yet, it's only the end of the fifth week of class.  One-third of the semester has flown by already, and I've scrambled to deal with teaching, writing, and the construction at my house.

Beginning in mid-August, a massive amount of chomping, pushing, and spreading of dirt (i.e., tundra/mushrooms/wild rose bushes/fireweed/tree stumps) took place as Pete-the-dirt-work-guy sought to flatten the steeply sloped area at my house—enough to slip three one-ton steel beams beneath the jacked-up cabin: two beams that are 40 feet long and one that's 35.  He needed to balance the beams atop three pairs of steel pilings he'd driven 15 feet into the ground, down to bedrock.  This delicate operation created the new "fixed" foundation and raised the cabin two feet higher off the ground than it was before.  But the dirt work also resulted in a cliff, at the bottom of my stairs, higher than my head—with all manner of tree roots and layers of sediment and rock sticking out of it.

Additional scrambling has occurred these five weeks, as I've worked to revise several poems and essays, skyped once with my long-distance writing group, tried to get regular exercise such as swimming and yoga, struggled to continue the prescribed daily exercises for the torn tendon in my left shoulder, hauled five-gallon jugs of water from my car down the 19 steps to my cabin and then up four more steps to the screened porch, taken showers (non-daily) at the university, and done laundry as infrequently as possible at the dingy but lively B & C Laundromat.  I have also managed to drag numerous birch logs into piles, cover the piles with green tarps, sweep the birch/alder/willow leaves off all the outdoor steps and other wood surfaces so that snow might be easier to shovel, and haul my heavy snow tires one-by-one up the stairs and on up to the top of the driveway, since I waited too long and it snowed, and then it was scary driving home from UAF and too slippery to risk getting stuck at the bottom.

It has also been important to stand in line at TDS Tire to get the balled radials off and studded snow tires on, and then to carry the radials down the my stairs and stow them under the storage cabin.  (New radials will have to be bought next May, but who knows?  Maybe someone will want this set—to drive on or plant zucchini in--if I wait until spring to leave them at the dumpster station.)  And it has been essential to shovel the five inches of sudden wet snow for three hours last Saturday in order to get my Subaru up the driveway, and to continue to stay on top of my two courses: English 111X—Introduction to Academic Writing, and English 213X/Honors section—Academic Writing about the Social and Natural Sciences. 

Since I have 32 writing students this semester and all but three are college freshmen; and since, earlier in the week, I spent many hours responding in writing (using Google Docs) to 32 essays and holding individual conferences (15 or 20 minutes in-person) with each of the students; and since, by the end of the week, I still needed to update the grades for all of these students on Blackboard Grade Center (the electronic gradebook used by some faculty at UAF), it turned out I had no time to write on Friday.

For me, writing requires a certain frame of mind.  I must feel fresh, have energy, be able (and willing) to sit and concentrate for an extended period of time.  My mind must be free of—or become free of—worries and distractions.  It must be able to submerge itself into something different from the mundane.

And so I sat down on Sunday instead of Friday and wrote this blog.

Once upon a time, I was a tenure-track faculty member in the MFA creative writing program at Eastern Washington University in Spokane.  I taught courses in my specialties: creative nonfiction writing workshops, literary form and theory, poetry, environmental literature, literature and storytelling by Native Americans and Alaska Natives.  I received a fair salary, including health insurance and a pension plan.  My work was appreciated by many, and I knew that it was because students and colleagues told me it was.

"How's your writing going?" Dr. Jeffers Chertok, Interim Dean of the College of Arts, Letters, and Sciences, would ask me at social gatherings.  And smile, and listen closely to my answer.

Now—due to faults of my own and a short series of disastrous personal decisions, and the twists of the universe, the downturn of the US economy, age discrimination perhaps, and what I sometimes call the purposeful dismantling  (over the past two decades) of the US education system at all levels—I am reduced to teaching college composition, semester after semester…Reduced?  Actually, I always consider teaching to be a privilege and a responsibility.  And I always enjoy the students in my classes…My efforts, however, inevitably turn out to earn less than the minimum wage (which, in Alaska, is currently $7.75 an hour).  And the position includes, of course, no job security, no opportunity for advancement within the English Department, and no private pension plan or group health insurance.  (Thank goodness for the promise of Social Security, whatever it may turn out to be.  And this year I offer my sincere thanks for so-called Obamacare.)

Why do I do this?  Why do any of us—among the now legions of aspiring writers, across the US, with MA and MFA and PhD degrees in creative writing—attempt to use adjuncting as our day jobs?

I could write a long and complex answer to that question, for, more than once, adjuncting has been a stepping-stone or even a life-saver for me.  To be honest, though, I have no desire to write in-depth about that.  Let others discover for themselves the dead-end street that (I think) adjuncting can be.

"Never sell your homestead," John Haines admonished me years ago.  And I haven't.  He was a king of the non-conforming job, I suppose, but he never became a composition slave.  (He didn't have the academic degree for it, for one thing.)

On the other hand, I take heart from the recent words of Alaska's percussionist/composer, John Luther Adams (himself a former, though short-lived, UAF adjunct).  In a blog-post called "Alaskan Composer Wins Pulitzer For Become Ocean," sponsored by National Public Radio, interviewer Tom Huizenga asked: "Any ideas of how winning this award might change your career?" 

John Adams' reply: "I never thought much about career. I'm an artist. You know, I moved to Alaska in my 20s. I never studied with the right people at the right schools. Early on I didn't win the right prizes. It seems that every time I had the opportunity to make the right career choice, I made the wrong career choice, which in the long run turned out to be the right artistic choice. And now, after 40 years or more of doing this, it seems like maybe there's a larger audience for the work and that's profoundly gratifying." 



Carolyn Kremers lives in Fairbanks and teaches part-time in the English Department at the University of Alaska Fairbanks.  Her books include Place of the Pretend People: Gifts from a Yup'ik Eskimo Village (memoir), The Alaska Reader: Voices from the North (anthology co-edited with Anne Hanley), and Upriver (poetry; a sequel to Place of the Pretend People).  Upriver was a Finalist for the 2014 Willa Award for poetry, from Women Writing the West.  Her website is www.pw.org/content/carolyn_kremers_1.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Susanna Mishler: A Fine Contrivance

Susanna Mishler


A poem is a machine made of words.
- William Carlos Williams

As poet and electrician, I wonder how this statement might be true. The objects of machine and poem seem contrary. But if a poem is a machine made of words, and the idea of a poem as machine seems contradictory, then what are we missing?

Power Outage in a Northern Neighborhood


Night stretches over us like plum skin.
Every winter I learn constellations,
forget them. The Big Dipper is a bear
with a long tail. This made sense to someone,
this confusion of flashing points.
We run fingers in the black dog’s coat;

they spark. We zip wool and down coats
(stolen from other animals) over our cooling skins.
I press to her shoulder under points
that wink like knife-tips. Each constellation
is indulgence – lines drawn between fires by someone
who found a vacuum unbearable.

Suppose it’s a vault of eyes bearing
on our windows, on our coat-backs.
That sense of watching. That sense of Someone.
There’s this theory of innate fire in our skins
but it isn’t right. More like rubbing sticks. Constellations
pass over indifferently, whirring about their central point.

The dog stands outside with ears pointed,
nose pressed to a window. Our cats bare
teeth, yowl, break glass into constellations
on hardwood, skid around the coatrack.
All over a glimpse of stranger. As if they’ll be starved skinny
or given away to someone

who knits cat sweaters. Someone
might peek into this darkness and feel disappointed.
Creations sharpen inside our skins
yet when the lights get snuffed we’re bare.
Separate. Ill-equipped. Dependant on the coats
of others. “How are we intended?” we ask the constellations.

“One soul is sometimes worth a whole constellation,”
she says, thinking Karamazov. The dog’s ears flick to someone’s
footsteps, and he sniffs, searches the air, face coated
in frost. She presses into my shoulder and points
to Ursa Minor, the boy who became a bear,
after his mother did, ever chasing her familiar skin.

A skinned bear looks human, like someone
coatless and red curled on leaves. The points
of constellations are hard. And we are insufferably soft.

I wrote “Power Outage In A Northern Neighborhood” (from Termination Dust, 2014) using a formal principle that I imagine like a Newton’s Cradle. A Newton’s Cradle transfers kinetic energy via a set of spheres on strings. When a sphere on one end is lifted and released, it strikes the stationary spheres; its force is transmitted through the stationary spheres and knocks the last sphere up.

In a sestina, this poem’s form, the words that end the lines of the first stanza are repeated as the words ending the lines of every stanza – the same end-words recur throughout the poem. The same six words (constellation, someone, coat, point, bear, skin) recur and re-trasnmit the poem’s energy. The repetition of these words both joins and extends the thoughts within each line. It makes a regular pattern – a form – made of words. But is it a machine? 

I look forward to giving a reading of my work and to discussing poems and machines more this Thursday, Oct. 16, 7 pm, at Great Harvest Bread Co. Hope to see you there! 

Monday, October 13, 2014

Alaska Shorts: No Bears, by Stacey Mednick

Stacey Mednick

I walk down the vacant path
shouting “no bears” in my head.
I should be wearing a bell
to ward them off.
But I’m quiet, so quiet.
Rain gear doesn't rustle,
boots not squelching in the mud.
The bear would jump out and say
“Gotcha” before the claws came down.
Tracks through my scalp.
“No bears” I don’t say aloud, again.
Bears are wary, I know, and avoid human noises.
Sing a song loudly.
What song?  Three blind mice?  There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza?  B-I-N-G-O?
But it’s too late, the silence too thick to split.
I see my destination off ahead.
A slender cabin on stilts, red shingles peeling toward the sky,
washed out wood with purple-black mussels up the legs.
A baby cries, but it’s in my own belly.
“Shh, little bear.  It’s not time for you yet.”
Will it be claws that emerge from the shadow of that lean-to
and open my belly button?
Out a pink infant falls.
The bear and I would lock eyes,
a moment of understanding.
I walk on top of the fog
on this late September day
in Tenakee Springs, Alaska.
“No bears” she whispers to me from below.
So then, you’re a girl, little bear.
Little girl, it’s almost time, but not yet.


Stacey Mednick has been a frequent visitor to Alaska since she was a small child, visiting extended family in Juneau, Tenakee Springs and Kenai.  She says she lives in another beautiful spot -- by the Chesapeake Bay -- but some days it just doesn't compare to the Tenakee Inlet.

Would you like to see your work published here? Check out our Alaska Shorts guidelines and submit today!

Friday, October 10, 2014

Weekly Roundup of News and Events


A Message from Don Rearden, 49 Writers Board President

It’s hard for me to believe that five years ago I sat across from Andromeda Romano-Lax and Deb Vanasse at a Kaladi Brothers table, sipping a mocha, listening to them pitch to me their shared vision for a statewide writing organization. Already over my head with work and my own writing hopes, I couldn’t really see myself finding the time to help get this little dream off the ground. But those two. They were persistent. Not to mention convincing. They talked me into joining the board. That decision was probably one of the best decisions I've made both professionally and personally. We now have something in Alaska that did not exist five years ago: a vibrant writing community. A village of Alaskan writers, if you will.

The behind the scenes work has been inspirational and we've been on a pretty incredible ride the last few years. While a gifted executive director and a dedicated board are key, our success is really due to you, our members. Writing workshops, craft talks, and signature events like Crosscurrents don’t happen without your support, your enthusiasm, and your volunteer time.

And now, as we prepare for another transition, we need you again.

After three years, Linda Ketchum, our beloved Executive Director, is leaving the helm at the end of December to do what writers are supposed to do. Write! In this case, write in Europe! Linda has done an amazing job, transitioning us from a founder-run non-profit to one led by an executive director, but now she's ready for a transition of her own, and we're going to miss her. Under her leadership we've seen membership and monthly blog traffic more than double, and we've established new partnerships with campuses, libraries, and nonprofits around the state. By extending programs from Ketchikan to Barrow, Linda has guided us towards our vision of being a truly statewide organization serving writers in many places. Her decision to move on was bittersweet, as she has enjoyed working with you all immensely and feels privileged to be connected to such a supportive community of writers.

Here is where you come in. With Linda’s departure, we’re opening our search for a new Executive Director. Are you, or perhaps someone you know, the right fit to lead 49 Writers? Do you have the experience and knowledge it takes to run a statewide non-profit for writers? And are you willing to work for beans? Yes, beans. Lima or kidney. Your choice! (We are a non-profit, remember?)

The future of 49 Writers begins today. Submit your cover letter and resume to 49writers@gmail.com. You’ll find the full job description on our website at http://www.49writingcenter.org: just scroll down the home page sidebar for the downloadable pdf document.


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Photo courtesy of Lila Vogt
A big thanks to our esteemed panel of writers who took part in Monday's Crosscurrents event in celebration of Alaska Book Week! Peggy Shumaker moderated a lively conversation, with questions from the audience, about what it means to write about "the real Alaska"--if such a place even exists. We were thrilled to see Joan Kane, Deb Vanasse, Seth Kantner, and Beth Hill on the same stage sharing their diverse views on the topic. Thank you to the Anchorage Museum for partnering to make this possible and to everyone who came out to engage in the discussion.

Upcoming classes and events at 49 Writers
  • Tonight, Friday, Oct. 10, 7pm, Kenai Peninsula McLain Commons: Deb Vanasse and Don Rearden will feature in a reading and book talk entitled "Fact and Fiction: Life Into Story." They will be joined by Seth Kantner, who is currently on his Alaska book tour.
  • Saturday, Oct. 11, 9am-12pmKenai Peninsula College, Room 132: Complex and Conflicted Characters: What's in Your Character's Pocket, a creative writing class with Don Rearden (The Raven's Gift
  • Saturday, Oct. 11, 1-4pmKenai Peninsula College, Room 132: Perspectives and Viewpoints: Exploring Point of View, a creative writing class with Deb Vanasse (Cold Spell)
  • Tuesday, Oct. 14-Saturday, Nov. 8, 645 W. 3rd Avenue, Anchorage: Memoir Matters, a five-week workshop series with Judith Conte
  • Thursday, Oct. 16, 7pm, Great Harvest Bread Company: Reading & Craft Talk by Susanna Mishler, author of Termination Dust and an Alaska Literary Award winner!
For more information and to register for these and our November classes, visit our website.

Events in Anchorage

There are too many Alaska Book Week events (Oct. 4-11) to list here so we're directing you to the Alaska Book Week website page, Anchorage Events!

Tonight, Friday, Oct. 10, 7-9pm, UAA/APU Consortium Library, Lew Haines Meeting Room (LIB 307: The Department of Creative Writing and Literary Arts will host “Remembering Dick Dauenhauer: A Memorial Reading.” Friends and admirers of Dick Dauenhauer are meeting to read from his works and remember his legacy. Light refreshments and free parking. Everyone is welcome.

Tomorrow, Saturday, Oct. 11, 10am-5pm, Loussac Library (Lower Level): The Great Alaska Book Fair will cap off this year's Alaska Book Week. This is a great opportunity for readers to meet local writers selling their books at the Fair.
 
Monday, Oct. 13, 5-7pm, UAA Campus Bookstore: The Art of Writing and Publishing in Different Genres with Steve Levi, Deb Vanasse, and Martha Amore. Steve Levi (Walrus with a Gold Tooth, and Cowboys of the Sky), Martha Amore (Weathered In, “Geology”) and Deb Vanasse (Cold Spell and Lucy’s Dance) describe their multifaceted books, writing styles and publishing today.

Tuesday, Oct. 14, 5-7pm, UAA Campus Bookstore: Tutka Bay Lodge Cookbook and Cooking Demonstration with Kirsten Dixon and Mandy Dixon. In personal stories, evocative photographs, and recipes that are purposefully simple and designed for the home cook, Chef Kirsten Dixon and her family share fresh, rustic cuisine offering friendship, communicating passion, and bringing comfort and delight to the table. Don’t miss this opportunity to learn from Alaskan master chefs. Your taste buds will thank you!

Wednesday, Oct. 15, 7pm, Hugi-Lewis Studio. The October Poetry Parley will feature Jerry McDonnell as the local poet, reading from his own work. There were also be a reading from the work of Richard Hugo. Some of his poems can be found here. Please send a note to poetryparley@gmail.com if you want to read some of Hugo's work.

Thursday, Oct. 16 & 23: Animal Stories Book Events. Anchorage author and essayist Bill Sherwonit will be presenting two talks and readings in October, tied to the release of his new book,Animal Stories: Encounters with Alaska's Wildlife. Sherwonit will appear at the Loussac Library's Wilda Marston Theater on Thursday, Oct. 16, 7 p.m. and will then be at the Anchorage Museum on Thursday, Oct. 23, 7 p.m. Those who would like to learn more aboutAnimal Stories can use this link to do so: https://www.facebook.com/AnimalStoriesbyBillSherwonit. For more information about the author and his books and other writings about wildlife and wildlands, click here.

Wednesday, Oct. 22, 5-7pm, UAA Campus Bookstore: Alaska Memoirs with Dave Atcheson and Jeff Schultz. Dave Atcheson discusses his memoir Dead Reckoning: Navigating a Life on the Last Frontier, Courting Tragedy on its High Seas--a story in which college students and “fish hippies” work in canneries alongside survivalists, rednecks, religious freaks, and deckhands with damning secrets in dangerous waters, driven by the need to feed an insatiable appetite for adventure. Photographer Jeff Schultz will discusses Chasing Dogs – My Adventures as the Official Photographer Alaska’s Iditarod. Schultz has served in this official capacity since 1982, traveling by plane, snow machine, snowshoes, and on foot to capture the race as no one else has.

Events around Alaska 

For statewide events Oct. 4-11, visit the Alaska Book Week website page, Events Around the State.

Friday, Oct. 17, 7pm, Juneau Arts & Culture Center: Woosh Kinaadeiyí will host their annual Grand Poetry Slam competition that includes a slam competition featuring winners from the past season. The poets will perform original work and are judged by members of the community. The winning poet will receive $50 and the 2014 Grand Slam Award. Competing in the slam are David Parish, Michael Christenson, Max Suzuki, Nathan Block, and Bill Merk. The event will also include opening performances by Katie Bausler, Gemini Waltz, Anna Hoffman, Miguel Rohrbacher, Henry Melville, Robert Stephenson, and Ziggy Unzicker as the 2013 Grand Slam Champion and Sacrificial Poet. The show will be hosted by Christy NaMee Eriksen and Conor Lendrum, with DJ Manu. The event is pay as you can, with a suggested donation of $5-10. Click here to learn more. Contact: Christy NaMee Eriksen, Woosh Kinaadeiyí President, christynamee@gmail.com,


Author News

Congratulations to Ross Coen on the release of his latest book, Fu-go: The Curious History of Japan's Balloon Bomb Attack on America. (University of Nebraska Press). Ross is historian who writes about the American West, Alaska, and the Arctic, and author of The Long View: Dispatches on Alaska History and Breaking Ice for Arctic Oil: The Epic Voyage of the SS Manhattan through the Northwest Passage.


Opportunities for Alaskan Writers

NEW! A reminder from AWP that Early Bird Preregistration for next year's conference ends Oct. 31! Register today so that you don’t miss out on our lowest registration rates for #AWP15, which runs from April 7-11, 2015, at the Minneapolis Convention Center and the Hilton Minneapolis Hotel. The early-bird registration period offers the more significantly discounted rates for North America’s best-attended and most dynamic literary conference.

The registration deadline for Alaska Poetry Out Loud is October 15! Complete information and registration for the program is available at the Alaska Poetry Out Loud website

Saturday, Nov. 8, 9am-2pm, Anchorage School District Young Writers Conference: Inspire the next generation of published authors by volunteering to share your craft and passion with students in grades 6-12. Showcase and sell your (age appropriate) books. Interested? Fill out this brief proposal form: http://tinyurl.com/n7wsgze. Authors do not need to be on site for the whole conference, but they are welcome to eat a pizza lunch with students, listen to keynote speaker Debbie Miller, and visit with students and fellow authors in a "Meet the Authors" space. Questions or concern? Contact Lisa Weight, Language Arts Curriculum and Instruction, ASD ED Center, at 907-742-4476.


Young Emerging Artists, Inc. is happy to announce that registration for the Alaska Region of the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition is now open to students in Grades 7-12 in public, private or home schools throughout the entire State of Alaska. Students must submit their work no later than Dec. 20, 2014. If you have questions please contact the President of YEA, Ben Ball, at ben.ball@yeaalaska.org or, if you have a contest specific question, write to contest@yeaalaska.org. Students and teachers register at http://www.artsandwriting.org.