Iowa Summer Writing Festival – A Typical Day / 2014

I love to go to Iowa. Not just to glide past the flat lands of corn on I-80, or to roll along the miles of lightly forested hills on I-88, or, as a city dweller, to have the chance to drive my 2000 Beetle anywhere, or simply to savor a McD’s cone alongside the Mississippi River.

When I say I love to go to Iowa, I mean Iowa City, the home of the University of Iowa’s Summer Writing Festival. Since 2001, I’ve gone eight times and taken thirteen courses, so I have my desired schedule embossed in my brain. For you to understand how my definition of why I love go to Iowa has changed, I’ll describe the way it used to be.

In the early years, my ideal day marched like this: wake up at seven, walk forty-five minutes along the Iowa River, eat a quick breakfast in the cafeteria at Iowa House—the campus hotel where I stay, hike a few-blocks uptown for coffee, race to the computer center to type up the day’s writing assignment I’d written late into the night before, sprint over to an author presentation from eleven to twelve, grab lunch anywhere uptown, hustle to a copy center to make eleven copies of my assigned writing for my classmates, attend class from two to five, grab dinner anywhere, attend readings at Prairie Lights book store or attend class functions from seven until eight, meet classmates at nine for ice cream at Whitey’s, drag in the dusk-filled evening back down the hill to Iowa House, organize my day’s activities on the spare bed in my room, drop into bed, write the day’s assignment longhand, turn out light, and snore.

Stay through the week’s course and take a weekend course too! Then, at the end of Sunday, drive home five hours.

Now, I know better. This was my typical day a few weeks ago. Wake up at nine. Eat in bed: cottage cheese, with either blueberries or cantaloupe, taken from home. Gaze at river view out my window. Say a prayer of thanks for being here.

01c80e7e981e29d0227b6e345b747d43e66eb8621bAmble to the eleven o’ clock author presentations. Decide: do I go to my right at a diagonal up through the Old Capitol grounds, or I do I go to my left straight up hill?

011e5973e9554560e3de6930c9cfdb379014059bccAlong the way, say hello to Herky, the University’s mascot dressed as a graduate.

019f4b1e7f93ad2912fd1108347249844b7296e53dSaunter to lunch with a friend. Marvel at the creativity on the park benches in the ped mall.

01f98beb1dd1a8abde18d044048ce6375054e6e2c7Sit in coffee shop and critique classmates’ work to be workshopped that day. Mosey a few blocks to the Shaeffer Building for class, lasting from two until five.

01afa781e5a791ae07c38e6966553ce29a9383f02eEnjoy the ambiance of the classroom where I am a student and not the teacher.

013d0a81026e219c54b674d25a01b5036b0f5bcde4Meet a friend for leisurely dinner. Amble over to Prairie Lights for an author reading or to class social functions. Stroll back to Iowa House, across the Old Capitol grounds, at eight.

01af52aca59913d4800398c0bcdc2278e9c5f74f12Read a book, a gift from my granddaughter, a text she’d read as a Calvin College student, Shouts and Whispers: Twenty-one Writers Speak about their Writing and their Faith (Eerdmans, 2006). Bask in the words of Frederick Buechner, Anne Lamott, Kathleen Norris, and more. Turn lights out by ten. Drift off.

After the week’s course, stay overnight. Drive home on Saturday. Stop at a Culver’s for a nutty fudgie sundae.

01e140af763ae18d34274ac43e0d9651a94f59ff40Try coming to the Iowa Summer Writing Festival sometime. Either pace is possible, depending on what course you take, how ambitious you are, and, I admit, how young you are.


Note: From 1840 to 1857, the capitol of Iowa was Iowa City, a city built specifically for this purpose. In 1857, the buildings were given to the University, and the Capitol was rebuilt in Des Moines.


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8 thoughts on “Iowa Summer Writing Festival – A Typical Day / 2014

  1. What a great time you have had! I am so jealous, but delighted you could make it. I’ll have to settle for my Adriatic Cruise: Ithaca, Athens, Corinth, etc. Not that I’m dropping names . . .

  2. Brings back memories of my time in Iowa City of 40 (oh my!) years ago. I could see some of those scenes from my office window in the Nursing Building and watch the Iowa River meander by. No Prairie Lights back then.

    • I walked over (and up!) to the nursing building and left a copy of Caring Lessons for a faculty member/doctoral classmate of mine to distribute to whomever is teaching career development courses. A hike! But it added 2500 steps onto my daily tally!

  3. I think you are older and smarter now. You can enjoy the ambiance of the writing festival without being in motion every minute. And you got to read the book your granddaughter gave you and then made time to stop and have your nutty fudgie sundae on the way home.

    Way to go!

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