Homing Instinct: Some Thoughts on Being a Writer in Residence

By Helen Raica-Klotz

“Shit,” I said, staring at the computer screen. I must have said it pretty loudly, because my colleague poked her head in through my open office door. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I just got an email,” I explained. “I was accepted as a Writer in Residence in Door County, Wisconsin.”

“So what’s wrong with that?” she asked again, genuinely puzzled.

I smiled. “Nothing. Except now I have to go, and, well, actually write.”

I’ve always identified myself as a t...