A limited number of tickets are available to members and non-members wishing to attend JUST the Saturday morning of this year’s conference in Vancouver on May 6. Contact email@example.com to reserve a spot!
At the 2016 CNFC conference in Banff, our sponsor Fitneff generously donated an adjustable standing desk to be given away to one lucky member at the annual general meeting — something they’ve agreed to do again this year in Vancouver.
Janet Wilson tells us more.
I pumped my fist into the air and yelled, “Yes!” I had won the prize at the 2016 Creative Nonfiction Collective Conference — a brand new Fitneff Sit Stand Desk.
At the end of a great weekend in Banff, the staff loaded the desk into my car and I headed home. My husband was as excited as me. He saw potential for his use and so hijacked my prize. Fortunately, the ease of adjusting the desk height, raising it to his or lowering it to mine, was a marriage saver. We now share the desk.
The work area is stable and large and can accommodate a computer and all the notebooks that writers are known to collect. Because we have laptops, I use the keyboard shelf below to hold papers, a thesaurus and dictionaries.
Most writers spend a lot of time sitting, so having the ability to change position regularly is beneficial. While writing, I probably spend half my time sitting and the other half standing. The question I am asked is, does it make me a better writer? That I don’t know. However, I can definitely write for longer periods.
My restless nature is totally compatible with the ability to both sit or stand while being productive!
Janet Wilson’s insatiable curiosity about people and her drive to understand the world has taken her to over eighty-five countries. In her forty years as a health professional, she has witnessed the commonality of the things that unite all humans across the globe.
An enthusiastic and entertaining storyteller — she has presented to thousands who share her passion for travel and adventure — Janet is currently writing a travel memoir.
Find out more about Fitneff, and be sure to attend the 2017 AGM on May 6 in Vancouver for a chance at your very own standing desk!
Our annual members conference takes place May 5 to 6 in Vancouver, BC.
Early bird rates (by March 31): $100 ($80 for students)
Regular rates (April 1 to 21): $125 ($80 for students)
Last day of registration is April 21.
The conference fee includes the following:
Friday, May 5:
CNFC Gala Dinner and Literary Cabaret
Saturday, May 6:
Keynote lecture featuring Deborah Campbell
An in-conversation session with Hal Wake and Joy Kogawa
Three concurrent member-led workshop sessions featuring Andreas Schroeder, Ruby Swanson, Betsy Warland, Crystal Chan, Myrna Kostash, Julie Salverson and Ellen Bielawksi.
Plus: Plenary discussion featuring CNFC founding members, coffee break, members book table, and a lunch-hour CNFC annual general meeting.
Note: You must be an active CNFC member to attend the Annual CNFC Conference. Memberships are only $50 ($25 for students). Find out how to join today!
UPDATE: A limited number of tickets are available to members and non-members wishing to attend JUST the Saturday morning of this year’s conference in Vancouver. Find out more.
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Congratulations to Nicole Breit for her essay “Spectrum”!
Nicole Breit is a poet and essayist who lives and writes in the suburbs of Vancouver. She was nominated for the Malahat Review 2016 Open Season awards, the 2015 Room poetry prize and the 2015 PRISM International CNF contest. Her debut poetry chapbook, I Can Make Life, was a finalist for the 2012 Mary Ballard poetry competition. Her work has been published in carte blanche, Exhale and other print and online publications.
The wild strawberry flush across my chest, her cheeks. An illicit kiss in her basement suite.
Five years in, we start counting: two eggs bled away casually every month.
Then, six months of flirting, negotiations. Two hopeful women. A captivated man.
Cosmopolitans. Our red leather couch under mistletoe and holly berries. Jazzberry cartoon hearts radiate around all of us.
“Please don’t break our hearts,” I say.
“I won’t.” His scarlet cape promise. The last time we see him.
A year and a half later the rouged Costco employee, white hair rolled into a hairnet, hands out samples. Lights up, says “Such a beautiful baby!” and asks again, “But really, who’s the real mother?”
My girlfriend — the birth mother — looks down at her kid-size cup of tickle-me-pink sauce and says flatly, “This tastes terrible.”
You can read the rest of the winning essay in the next issue of carte blanche. Stay tuned!