Home

SL photo

Susi Lovell

Susi Lovell’s short stories have appeared in The New Quarterly, Grain, The Fiddlehead, carte blanche, Stand Magazine and other literary journals, as well as in the anthologies Everything Is So Political and Salut King Kong. She has an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Lesley University, MA, and an M.A. in Contemporary Dance from the Université du Québec à Montréal. She is working on her first collection of short stories.

*****

2016 was my year of writing a short story every week. 2017 is my Year of the Time Capsule! My husband and I assembled it when we first arrived in Canada in the late ’70s.

We hadn’t opened the Time Capsule (an old steamer trunk) since moving to Montreal in 1981 so had completely forgotten what was inside. Turns out there’s a lot – a LOT – of paper items. We kept newspapers, magazines, flyers and programmes that we thought might never survive from our everyday life as well as buying them from second-hand stores. The oldest item so far is a newspaper dating from the 1880s.

What were we thinking! The dust, the fragility of the paper…

When I started in January, I planned to pull out an item each week and simply post any interesting tidbits but I’m finding I can’t resist – the Time Capsule is turning out to be a fun creative playground. The challenge is to find a new way to use the material each week. I share  on my blog Thursday mornings.

img_5027

*****

At the Y, I waited for the yoga instructor to arrive. I sat down on my mat, reached for my toes, then pulled in my knees, rolled over, stood up, sat down again.

“I think I might have done something stupid,” I said to the person on the mat next to mine. I’d just handed in my notice as a dance journalist. All of a sudden it seemed that the crowded performance schedules, tight newspaper deadlines and antipathy to metaphors – which had been my reasons for stopping – were a small price to pay for doing what I now realized I loved: writing.

“The main thing,” said the woman beside me. “Is that you keep on writing. Why don’t you come to my writing group? Every second Tuesday.” She mentioned a coffee place not far from where I lived.

A writing group? I hadn’t known such a thing existed.

“What do people in the group write about?” I asked as we hung up our mats at the end of the class.

“We write stories.” She beamed at me.

“Stories?” I said, and laughed. “I don’t write stories.”

 

dancer's shadow

*****

All text and photos on this site © Susi Lovell, except comments by others and where otherwise noted. All rights reserved.

Advertisements