my post on Saturday night about Amtrak's residency program for writers. I hope the social media gang at Amtrak is reading this because I am more than ready to become an Amtrak writer in resident.
As Amtrak considers my application, I want to call your attention to Jessica Gross's Paris Review article about her experience writing on an Amtrak train from New York to Chicago and back. Here is a taste:
I am in a little sleeper cabin on a train to Chicago. Framing the
window are two plush seats; between them is a small table that you can
slide up and out. Its top is a chessboard. Next to one of the chairs is a
seat whose top flips up to reveal a toilet, and above that is a
“Folding Sink”—something like a Murphy bed with a spigot. There are
little cups, little towels, a tiny bar of soap. A sliding door pulls
closed and locks with a latch; you can draw the curtains, as I have
done, over the two windows pointing out to the corridor. The room is
3’6” by 6’8”. It is efficient and quaint. I am ensconced.
I’m only here for the journey. Soon after I get to Chicago, I’ll
board a train and come right back to New York: thirty-nine hours in
transit—forty-four, with delays. And I’m here to write: I owe this trip
to Alexander Chee, who said in his PEN Ten interview that his favorite place to work was on the train. “I wish Amtrak had residencies for writers,” he said. I did, too, so I tweeted as much, as did a number of other writers; Amtrak got involved and ended up offering me a writers’ residency “test run.” (Disclaimer disclaimed: the trip was free.)