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"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. So blessed for the opportunity and hope to find a more permanent job doing same.

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 having written a rough draft of a new book and some other projects.

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


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

A very tired post...

So you know the news by now - the thing happened. The bad thing.

Here's the other thing, though: I'm going to keep writing and making art and creating. I'm not leaving the US. Wanna know why? It's my Goddamn home, that's why and no freaked out cheeto is running me off.

I have a lot to say about how this panned out and it's 2:45am in NYC and I'm not gonna say all that.

Just gonna say I love you all. I still haven't had a drink for 30 years and gonna stay that way.

My grandmothers - who I've written a book about as most of you know - that took six years - lived through WWI, the Great Depression, WWII, the Cold War, Vietnam, Korea, assassinations, riots, all kinds of crazy of the 20th Century - even disco. And they lived. One of them lived through 3 violent marriages, got her teaching degree and becomes a feminist teacher in her 50s and 60s in the 1970s in inner-city Milwaukee.

So, don't give up. Keep making your work, keep loving who you love, keep helping who you help and look out for your more vulnerable neighbors, friends, loved ones...

I don't know how we're gonna do this yet, but we are.

I love my fellow and sister New Yorkers right now so hard. We know how to live in this city with everyone. We are not perfect, but we get along at a basic level in a place that should make that impossible.

Don't give up.

Gotta go crash now.

Later I will perhaps post some excerpts from DICK & JANI about Dick, my conservative grandmother - the one who - if she were alive today would be 101 and have probably voted for Trump. She wasn't a total racist, horror-show, but she came from a certain background that would have led her to him. I will definitely read from them on Saturday...if interested, come along to KGB Bar around 7pm for the ducts.org Trumpet Fiction series. I am going to pick excerpts from the book in relation to this election. The division in our country has been laid bare, and my heritage is in the fault line.

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