Welcome to my blog..

"We struggle with dream figures and our blows fall on living faces." Maurice Merleau-Ponty

When I started this blog in 2011, I was in a time of transition in my life between many identities - that of Artistic Director of a company (Apocryphal Theatre) to independent writer/director/artist/teacher and also between family identity, as I discover a new family that my grandfather's name change at the request of his boss in WWII hid from view - a huge Hungarian-Slovak contingent I met in 2011. Please note in light of this the irony of the name of my recently-disbanded theatre company. This particular transition probably began in the one month period (Dec. 9, 2009-Jan. 7, 2010) in which I received a PhD, my 20 year old cat died on my father's birthday and then my father, who I barely knew, died too. I was with him when he died and nothing has been the same since. This blog is tracing the more conscious elements of this journey and attempt to fill in the blanks. I'm also writing a book about my grandmothers that features too. I'd be delighted if you joined me. (Please note if you are joining mid-route, that I assume knowledge of earlier posts in later posts, so it may be better to start at the beginning for the all singing, all dancing fun-fair ride.) In October 2011, I moved back NYC after living in London for 8 years and separated from my now ex-husband, which means unless you want your life upended entirely don't start a blog called Somewhere in Transition. In November 2011, I adopted a rescue cat named Ugo. He is lovely. As of January 2012, I began teaching an acting class at Hunter College, which is where one of my grandmothers received a scholarship to study acting, but her parents would not let her go. All things come round…I began to think it may be time to stop thinking of my life in transition when in June 2012 my stepfather Tom suddenly died. Now back in the U.S. for a bit, I notice, too, my writing is more overtly political, no longer concerned about being an expat opining about a country not my own. I moved to my own apartment in August 2012 and am a very happy resident of Inwood on the top tip of Manhattan where the skunks and the egrets roam in the last old growth forest on the island.

I am now transitioning into being married again with a new surname (Barclay-Morton). John is transitioning from Canada to NYC and as of June 2014 has a green card. So transition continues, but now from sad to happy, from loss to love...from a sense of alienation to a sense of being at home in the world.

As of September 2013 I started teaching writing (composition and rhetoric) as an adjunct professor at Fordham University, which I have discovered I love with an almost irrational passion. While felt blessed for the opportunity, after four years of this, the lack of pay combined with heavy work load stopped working, so have transferred this teaching passion to private workshops in my own apartment and working with writers one on one, which I adore. I will die a happy person if I never have to grade an assignment ever again.

I worked full time on the book thanks to a successful crowd-funding campaign in May 2014 and completed it at two residencies at Vermont Studio Center and Wisdom House in summer 2015. I have done some revisions and am shopping it around to agents and publishers now, along with a new book recently completed.

I am now working full-time as a freelance writer, writing workshop leader, coach, and editor. Contact me if you are interested in any of these services.

Not sure when transition ends, if it ever does. As the saying goes, the only difference between a sad ending and a happy ending is where you stop rolling the film.

For professional information, publications, etc., go to my linked in profile and website for Barclay Morton Editorial & Design. My Twitter account is @wilhelminapitfa. You can find me on Facebook under my full name Julia Lee Barclay-Morton. More about my grandmothers' book: The Amazing True Imaginary Autobiography of Dick & Jani

Recently, I started a website Our Grandmothers, Our Selves, which has stories about many people's grandmothers. Please check it out. I will be blogging there, too, now. You can also contact me through that site.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Simple, peaceful, rainy day

Today was about practical things and emailing lots of people at universities, while it rained a lot outside.

It's funny how the weather is different between London and NYC.  Here, when it rains, it rains a lot, like all day.  In London, it rains a little, then there's sun, clouds, sun, rain then sun...etc.  I think the weather in NYC is more committed.  I know that sounds strange but it's the only way I can put it.

On the other hand, I've lived in London during 3-week long grey skies, so in that sense, it can commit.

I have a job interview tomorrow, which fact alone seems kind of astonishing, and am preparing for that.  I have sent CVs out to almost every college in NYC and environs.  I am getting some interesting feedback, one being this interview.  This process has taken over three days.  I am especially gratified that a few teaching artists and academics that I really respect, but who have never before met me, have responded  based solely on my sending in a letter and CV.  I have such a hard time seeing what I have accomplished and these moments are markers for me.

I wrote a reference for a friend and colleague, sent out CVs, watched the Yanks lose in the 12th or 13th inning on TV, brought laundry to be done, shopped, went to a meeting of writers, had dinner with two friends, got a manicure and pedicure and now printing out maps so I know where to go tomorrow.

My delightful time alone in this oasis of an apartment comes to an end tomorrow, and I am so grateful to have had the time.  I wish I could have just spent the whole time writing, but all these other practical matters needed attending when I made the decision to move to NYC.

I am getting wonderful responses to this decision both internally and externally.  I feel weirdly peaceful now - a sense that I love of being in a groove - like a kind of enclosed air pocket that contains me but does not isolate me.  Sometimes - well usually - it takes a few bumps and bruises to get there, sometimes it takes breaking a sound barrier, but where there (here) I love it.

Long may it continue.

Now to changing sheets and listening to the rain....

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