Hot off the internet presses, sweeties: In the Tote has a shiny new site for showcasing Fisher Poets’ work!
Great big thanks to veteran performer Pat Dixon for his tremendous devotion to documenting the Fisher Poets. The revamped site includes new writers, new photos, and, thanks to Pat’s commitment to recording us this year, new audio. Give it a look and a listen; meet some new favorite writers. I have. (Nice to see you aboard, Meezie!) If you enjoy your visit, please do leave a comment to let Pat know. In an entirely volunteer capacity, he’s given this work his all, and then some.
I’ve got something new over there, too. “Love at Sea” is a six minute audio story that I haven’t yet shared with anyone. Not even my Number One test audience, Cap’n J — and as it turns out, this one’s entirely dedicated to him.
(Brace yourselves for this shameless “Get a room!” moment, buddies.)
I’ve appreciated my partner over the past nine years, for sure, but I couldn’t have imagined the level of selfless support Joel would give me this winter. We’re in the middle of intense boat projects – and by “we,” I mean he’s shouldered the entire load himself so that I can devote myself to writing. Every Monday, he makes the two hour drive/ferry ride to Port Townsend. He pulls fiberglass-dusted coveralls back on and spends the week in the boat yard, working to resuscitate the cadaver that is our beloved boat.
It’s crazy over there. Everything that gives the Nerka life is either gone or in pieces. The main engine: gone. The refrigeration system: out. Fuel lines, steering lines: disconnected. Shaft: out. Propeller: off. Throw in a few gaping holes where holes are not meant to be (a particularly disconcerting state of being in a vessel that needs to be, you know, watertight.)
For those of you without boats in your life, I can’t tell you what a daunting scene this is. The Nerka — like every other fishing boat — isn’t Just a Boat: she’s our home six months of the year, Joel’s link to his childhood, our office, our sole source of income, our safe haven. We both know it’ll all go back together in the end. It has to. At the very latest, we have to be cruising back up to Alaska by mid-June, ready to drop our hooks in the water on the first of July. I can tell you that knowing your sweetheart is spending the day grinding fiberglass is an effective way to combat writer’s block. How can I whine about words, given such a gift of time?
I wrote “Love at Sea” for Joel, but suspect some of you will find your own point of resonance. So many of us unintentionally absorbed the fairy tale of what our love was supposed to look like. Easy. Fun. Hot. Perfect, spanning time to Happily Ever After. But we’re human, and our love is none of those things all of the time.
You don’t need to have spent weeks at sea together, aboard a tiny ship, to have figured out that though the fairy tale is impossible, hard-earned love is very real. I wonder what challenging situations some of you have pitted your partnerships against, how you triumphed (or not), and what unique measure of love you took from those experiences?
Give “Love at Sea” a listen here, then come on back and let me know how you’ve defined love in your life. As always, thanks for being such a participatory group — that’s one of the things I love about you.
Tele, I love hearing about your life. In the video, it was especially interesting to me when you talked about the fisherman’s work-ethic and not being able to translate that to writing. I think about this a lot – not in terms of comparing it to the fisher life, but in general. I’m thinking about other lives I’ve had, dancing, teaching, social work, which sometimes involved hours upon hours of paperwork, where I could keep going all day, because I had to get the job done, period. With those jobs, you also know what a “done” job looks like. I think with writing – creative writing – you don’t kknow what “done” will be until it’s here. Also, there is this strain of sitting and creating, of describing a moment or a feeling and trying to get it just right. I’m convinced it’s a totally different kind of hard work – maybe that others can’t see, but it’s wearying in a strange but satisfying way. You do have to get up and get coffee or something after a few hours! Wonderful video and wonderful writing, as always!
Lisa, thank you so much for taking the time to offer your thoughts on this one! I know you get this, and really value your perspective. That’s a great point about the difference between work that has a clear “done” and this creative work that has so many various stages of “done.” And, like you, it seemed like I could go forever in my social work days. There was such urgent necessity — kids needed food, socks, housing application, love — that walking away seemed unconscionable when people were so dependent on me doing my job. Maybe ballet was similar, in your fellow dancers depending on you? Certainly fishing is like that, as far as being a team operation, everyone needing to carry their weight and work together to get things done safely and effectively. Maybe that’s another difference with writing… You and I are both blessed with communities who support and encourage our words, yet in rough times I can still find myself tiptoeing that “this isn’t NECESSARY, no one’s depending on this being finished” line. At what point does our own need merit the same devotion as others’?
Thanks for the conversation, Lisa. As always, best wishes to you and yours.
Tele, you are so f*cking talented! Excellent multimedia presentation over there. Beautiful reading, beautiful writing, beautiful video. My measures of love are much like yours. Rob and I are partners who aren’t sick of each other yet, who cuddle up with our pets and declare ourselves “fam-lee.” Support for each other’s dreams is an important component as well, and I’ve only recently discovered how to ask for it.
Asking for what we need is hard. It’s still hard for me, too. So many times — particularly on the boat — I catch myself feeling resentful for things Joel isn’t doing/saying/offering: things that I haven’t said I need, but he should just know! And then I think about having seen that kind of mind-reading expectation between my parents, and others, and how great that went. Even being conscious of our ridiculous/unfair moments, it’s still tough to shift. I’m glad you’re getting there, sweetie.
Tele, I heard your voice the other day when I listened to the video on previous post and it was fun to feel almost like I had finally met you in person. I was impressed with your calm presentation skills and your fabulous voice! “Love At Sea” is nothing short of beautiful and once again your voice is the perfect vehicle. Apparently your talent knows no bounds! I am so glad I didn’t miss this and am even more eager to read your book. Is there a release date?
Ah shucks, Patricia — thanks for all of your sweetness. The audio/video readings are a fun (if one-sided) step towards further connection, and I’m optimistic that we’ll cross paths in the not-so-far-off future. Between you and Graham Milne, two of my favorite internet writer friends have made Toronto sound like a lot of fun. A release date is a VERY long dream away yet, but my proposal’s currently making the rounds among some publishers, so fingers crossed. Best spring wishes to you and yours; hope you had a lovely International Women’s Day on Friday!
Tele: Great post and super video. I drove by Port Townsend a few weeks ago on one of my
many trips to Port Angeles and saw the Nerka out of the water. I wish you and Joel speedy
repairs! I just signed a contract to sell the old boat.…and the new boat will hopefully
splash back in the water within the next 2 weeks and we’ll start in Oregon this April.
Again…great post…love your writing.
Thanks for stopping by, Todd, and I hope you enjoy your new boat — it’s sure a good one. Best wishes for getting comfortable with her off Oregon!
Tele,
I am moved so deeply by your description of “Love at Sea”. I am so familiar with various versions of love, including familial, friendship and romantic relationships. Some of the most meaningful apologies I’ve ever received or given were from transgressions on the back deck or fights that bounced off the tiny sweating aluminum cabins on our gillnetters.
I contemplate what it would be like to fish my boat the Silver Kris with my beloved, Sean, and wonder if it would bring us closer or push us apart. I believe it would do both at different times, but overall that it would create one of the most profound bonds possible between partners. I admire your ability to navigate the working and romantic aspects of your relationship with Joel, and aspire to conduct myself with a similar attitude. I am so glad to know you are out there fishing and writing and weaving your diverse selves into one gorgeous and talented creature. Thank you for once again, sharing yourself with such candor and graceful eloquence. Looking forward to more.
Heather, I’m late in responding to your beautiful comment, but appreciated it from the moment you left it! Thank you for sharing here. I know what you mean by the most meaningful apologies… In my case, I’ve often had to be the one making those amends. I appreciate your complimentary words, but the truth is, I’m far better on paper (screen) than I have been on deck. With Joel and previous shipmates, I’ve definitely not been my best self while fishing. There are plenty of reasons/excuses, and you know them as well as anyone — sleep deprivation, intense pressure, competition, cramped living quarters, blah blah blah. I’m still — always! — aspiring to be that person with the better attitude, and frequently falling very short.
This summer will be our 8th year fishing together. Last year was worse than some of our earlier seasons, in terms of our communication. Those ups and downs are a curious thing to me — how is it that we can get WORSE at working together, with more experience and familiarity? But even when it’s a bad time, or I’m disappointed with my own behavior or my reactions to his, there’s still no other boat I’d rather be working on. That’s the most powerful lesson for me: conflict isn’t conclusion. Those bad times aren’t deal-breakers; we get through them, and get more opportunities to practice a different way of being. I suspect you’ve taken similar lessons from your experiences. 🙂
I’m SO pleased to have met you, Heather. I’m eager to learn more about your own journey.