Stanchion Spotlight No. 7

Kristen Zory King

Whether it's as a dad or an editor, I'm not supposed to do this, not supposed to pick favorites, but as a lover of short stories, I have yet to read anything that has gripped me and made me send an acceptance email away faster than "A Fine Girl".

 

I'm still in awe over what author Kristen Zory King does with these 1074 words that appear in Issue 8, and knew immediately I'd nominate "A Fine Girl" for a Pushcart Prize, which I did last month.

 

I was happy to get to ask her about the story and learn a bit more about what makes her so special as a person and a writer too.

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Where/how did “A Fine Girl” originate? 

 

Initially, “A Fine Girl” started as a bit of a gag. A few summers back I discovered that a friend of mine had never heard “Brandy, You’re a Fine Girl,” a song I’ve loved to giggle and karaoke and boogie to since I was a kid. The song became an inside joke between the two of us and I was sure to blast it through my car speakers, windows rolled all the way down, whenever I got the chance. Later, during a bit of a creative rut, I was taking a writing workshop with the fabulous Kathy Fish and given a prompt to write something inspired by a piece of art. As the song had been a constant refrain in my head, I leaned into it and wrote the story as more of an exercise than anything—a way to flex my creative muscles while responding to the prompt and have a little fun with my writing. But after finishing the first draft, I was like, “huh, I kind of like where this is going,” so I put it away for awhile and when I came back to it a few months later, thought “yeah, I can work with this.” And thus, my version of Brandy was born.

 

When I first read “A Fine Girl”, I was drawn in, in large part, by the intensely strong sense of place.  This mostly empty bar, the water’s edge, sunrise/sunset, the rugged docks, and the even more rugged people who frequent it. You take the reader there without dragging them, you know? I think this is masterful and I think I speak for writers everywhere when I say that I’d very much like to know how you paint ‘place’ with so few brush strokes?

 

Wow, that is so kind, thank you! I think, in general, I am someone who is very interested in and inspired by sensory experiences and the way these minute, personalized details can inform and connect us to the larger world. We can learn so much by paying attention, tuning into our bodies and the way they move through space, and exploring the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and feelings that surround us. Those who have taken writing classes with me know that I consistently harp on the importance of this kind of detail work—it’s often, for me at least, the small, individualized sensory details rather than the larger, more general, themes or actions that really ground me in a piece and I’m so glad to hear that that came through in “A Fine Girl.” I don’t like to be prescriptive but I guess, to answer the “how” of it, I would recommend asking yourself what’s going on with your character on a sensory level. Where are they? In this space, what do they see, smell, taste, hear, feel? How do these experiences resonate with them on an emotional level? You don’t need to use all (or even any!) of those details in a final draft, but placing yourself in the physicality of your character can be a really effective way to connect both yourself and the reader to the emotional space of the story.

If “A Fine Girl” has a message, it’s to appreciate the small things, to not take for granted sunrises and sunsets, among other everyday occurrences that often get pushed to the back burner during the hectic nature of everyday life. How is the sailor’s lesson to our protagonist inspired by your own life/life choices/yoga/teachings?

 

I have a fairly long answer to this, but I’m going to try and keep it brief. Like many, the world has weighed heavy on my heart in the past few years. I’ve also recently moved out of a pretty gnarly time in my life wherein, during a very short period of time, my long term partnership ended after many years of infidelity, I lost a very dear friend, and I experienced a scary and unforeseen health crisis, among other, more minor, upheavals. For many months I was disconnected from myself as everything in my life was colored by a profound sense of loss, loneliness, anger, confusion, and grief. But after some time and thanks to a very generous and kind support system, I started to remember my own agency. I’m not shocking anyone or being profound when I say that life is fucking hard. It shifts constantly. Change is inevitable. Our experiences and relationships are, for the most part, finite. But that doesn’t make the beautiful moments, the meaningful connections, any less beautiful or meaningful (in fact, I think it kind of makes them all the sweeter). It was really easy for me to be angry and to allow my hurt to consume me fully. But after some time I realized that living my life in such a stale, airless place—a place without softness or trust or love—was not what I wanted. My body didn’t want to live there either. Nor did my heart. And not only that, but giving those sharp things so much space in my life didn’t leave room for much else. So I made a choice to come back to myself and I did so by acknowledging those feelings but moving them to the side a bit. And little by little, I was able to reconnect to my emotional, physical, and spiritual experience by letting in the small, joyful details that make up each day. 

 

I don’t in any way, shape, or form want to minimize or Pollyanna (or compare!) the very real reality of grief or trauma but I will say that, for me, ultimately I was able to give myself the grace and the option of untethering from the darkness that had served as such a heavy gravitational pull, to take notice, and then solace, and then joy in the small details of my life and to use those details to reconnect and rebuild my relationship with myself and the world around me. I’m currently working on strengthening my arm balancing practice in yoga and a phrase I hear repeated a lot with these poses is “your energy flows where your gaze/attention goes.” I think that’s a really great way to look at life. Nothing is promised, so why not take a moment to refocus your gaze, put a dash of cinnamon in your coffee, watch rainbows dance through the suncatcher at your window, laugh with a friend, paint your nails your favorite color du jour, order pizza from your favorite place for dinner, move your body, notice the smile between two strangers on the bus, and watch the way these tiny, fleeting, tender moments build themselves into a big, beautiful life. Maybe they’re not as sexy as the grand experiences and events, but they matter and I find that they are what tether us to ourselves, to one another, and to the human experience.

What and who inspires you in life, both as a creative person and well, as a person person?

My go-to answer for this would be either Kermit the Frog or Mr. Rogers. While I know this is a little corny, I really appreciate and resonate with the idea of creativity as something that is joyful, warm, and a little silly or mischievous but also grounded and purposeful. More generally, I’m very inspired by people who “swing big:” those who understand that there is no magic without risk and who are unafraid to, and unapologetic in, following wherever their hearts lead, those who give their best and truest selves to an endeavor, and those who, win or lose, are going to make sure they do so in the most spectacular way they can. 

 

Where do you write? And how does this space/environment impact you and your writing?

While I am someone who really values ritual and tries to keep a consistent routine that actively balances work, creativity, movement, and rest, my writing practice has been fairly inconsistent of late, so in the past few months most of my writing has taken place in the notes app on my phone. I find that movement really spurs my creativity so most of these thoughts are jotted down during or just after working out. In addition, in recent years I’ve made peace with the fact that I write very, very, very slowly and that my creative practice is most satisfying when it’s about 20% getting words on the page and 80% allowing thoughts to meander and percolate during long walks through Rock Creek Park, yoga sessions, conversations with friends and students, other creative endeavors (like embroidery or dancing), and lots of journaling and reading. 
 

What are you reading right now?

Right now I’m reading “White Magic” by Elissa Washuta and “Jerks” by Sara Lippman. And with winter just around the corner, I’m looking forward to digging into a big ol’ stack of mystery novels, my very favorite thing to snuggle up to during the cold, dark months (because what says “relaxation” more than murder, right?!). 

 

What's your go to reread whenever you need a boost/cry/etc?

Poetry! Whenever I’m feeling particularly divorced from myself or my creative practice, I return to the poets and poems that first made me fall in love with writing (including Mary Oliver, Lucille Clifton, Ross Gay, Aimee Nezhukumatathil, and Wendell Berry, just to name a few!). In addition, I’ve been watching a lot of Nora Ephron films lately (for both a boost *and* a cry) and really enjoy the worlds she was able to build for her characters. 

What was it like to receive notification that “A Fine Girl” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize?

Kind of like this: !!!!!!!!!! jkajf938539!!!! Dakj *#$&% @# dlajdl !!!!!!!! (plus lots of happy wiggles!). 

 

Describe yourself in 10 words or less.

Not to be the asshole who brings Whitman into it, but I always find questions like these to be really difficult because I’m not quite sure how to define myself nor which “self” or multitude to define. But I will say plainly that, if it’s not clear from my answers so far, overall I am someone who tries to lead, always, with love, and I’ve built my life around finding, cultivating, embodying and remaining loyal to warmth, kindness, integrity, creativity, and, of course, a big heap of silliness. 
 

What's next for you?

I keep busy! I’m winding down from a really intense season of juggling a day job, freelance projects, teaching writing and yoga, and facilitating literary and community events (not to mention writing, reading, hiking, and, you know, trying to be a good human who drinks enough water and gets enough sleep!) but this winter, I’ll be slowing down and shifting my focus toward learning, taking another yoga teaching training program, a few workshops on writing as well as ayurveda, and partnering with a local professional development program for creative teaching artists to work with seniors in the community. I’m also finalizing a collection of flash fiction stories, which I hope to polish and submit over the cold months, alongside a few other creative projects. Come spring and summer, I hope to see some of the seeds that I’ve been planting start to bloom…but I’m too superstitious to say any more than that! :]

 
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