Fall 2011 Artwork


Just Submit

    Never in a hundred years would I have thought that one of my pieces would be selected to be a part of a writing festival. In April of 2013, I submitted a ten minute play to the Play On Writing Festival, sponsored by Oakton Community College in Des Plaines, Illinois. My play, “Rumbeck’s Code,” was one of six plays performed at the festival. This was the first year that Oakton extended the invitation for submissions to other colleges outside of Illinois. I wish I could show, explain  or share with you the immense excitement and accomplishment I felt when I sat in the intimate black box theatre and experienced my play being performed for the first time. For those of you who have given birth, it is a lot like that.  Seeing the actors on stage portraying the characters I gave birth to four years ago, was a proud, humbling experience and one I will never forget. Submitting any work is a huge accomplishment.  It means that all of the hours spent staring at the computer or blank paper, the sleepless nights hearing dialogue between invisible people, obsessing over titles and formats, finally has a direction and a purpose. Having a piece published or performed is amazing, but finishing a piece to be submitted, is the only way to get there. Facing rejection is part of the joy. If you are receiving rejection letters, you are submitting. If you are submitting, the chances of a piece finding a voice in the world is that much greater.  
    So, for all of you new and returning creative writing students, do yourself a favor, show up for your writing classes, join the conversation, listen to your characters' voices and JUST SUBMIT!

BY: Patti Lindaberry


President's Blog  2012

     I am sitting at one of the tables by the window in the hallway near Java, listening to the song, “Whatever’s On Your Mind,” by my favorite band, Gomez and watching the ever entertaining “parking lot ballet,” in an attempt to find inspiration, not only for a short story I am writing, but for this blog.  As I gaze at the white feathery clouds and marvel at the mild winter temps, I think of all of the knowledge I have gathered from  the amazing professors who have shared  information in an attempt to educate some one like me, who has no idea where to start or what to do when I get there.  I have learned that a story revolves around “a stranger in a new town,” or “going on a journey,” and that poetry doesn’t have to rhyme or be about having your heart ripped apart by an idiot lover.  Being involved in various writing classes and workshops has taught me that it is o.k. to think outside the box and eaves drop on conversations while standing in line at Chipotle.  It is  a fabulous feeling to give birth to a character and allow him or her to manipulate my mind and push the boundaries of my imagination and ask the question “what if?” Writing gives me permission to puke up past experiences, wishes, dreams on to a blank page and create a journey to entertain the soul, and exercise (or exorcise)  the demons that linger and annoy.  Being duly diligent and revising twenty times or more to achieve a coherent piece are lessons I have learned from writing classes at Normandale.  Since I am a shy, backward individual, creative writing has helped me to establish a voice and express myself in ways I never imagined.
I believe a quote by Lucille Clifton sums up how I feel about and what I’ve experienced through the creative writing program.
     “It is so nice to find your tribe, or actually, what happens is, your tribe finds you, and you are so happy.”
     It is a privilege to be president of the Creative Writing club and to be able to work with a talented, creatively opinionated and witty group of people.  Being able to read and critique the submissions for “The Paper Lantern” has been a tremendous learning experience and entertaining.  After years of restless curiosity and confusion, I have found a part of whatever lost treasure I am searching for at Normandale.  Without sounding too slushy or clichéd, I believe I have found “my tribe” and I am “so happy.”

By: Patti Lindaberry