Today, as part of a three-day series, we present our findings, from the silly to the sublime: the routines and rituals—or lack of them—of ASF contributors. . .
The Requested Authors Series
Rachel B. Glazer * Ethan Rutherford * Katie Williams
Ethan Rutherford (“The Peripatetic Coffin,” Spring/Summer ’08) on ritual:

Gone are the graduate school days of nothing on the schedule; gone are the expansive and endless hours. Where did they go, those days of long and meticulously composed emails, of lingering over coffee until the characters presented themselves, of saying: Fuck it, I’m going to spend a week making a huge narrative timeline out of multicolored string? Who knows, but they appear to be gone for good.
Like most writers I know, I work three jobs—teaching, freelancing, clocking in at a grocery store—and if I’m not careful (I haven’t been, I’m not) the day is spent, and my energy for doing anything other than, like, wondering if pizza boxes are recyclable or not goes with it. But this year I was lucky enough to receive a grant, which allowed me to rent a small studio in an all-but-always-empty church (so much for the Minneapolis faithful, I guess). It took longer than I’d hoped to adjust to a new space, but finally I have, and it’s become my sanctuary, my dude-room, my reading palace. The church, to my great pleasure, does not have the internet, and I cannot pick up a signal from anywhere else.
So, ritual? On the days I don’t have to work (infrequent), I’m at the studio early, and stay at my desk as long as I can. On days when I do work, I wake up earlier, and try to get a few hours in at least (even if it’s just rereading, despairing, promising to start again, and better this time). Every day but Sunday, when the church is full. I have to start early; otherwise the day crowds in, and everything I’ve ignored at home asserts itself, and I start to feel panicked and flushed and completely out of control. I’m no Kevin Costner; I cannot simply “clear the mechanism.” When worry punctures my concentration, I’m done for the day.
For now, all my writing is done in this room. When I leave, I do not take it home. It’s easier to turn your back when you know you’ll be back at it the next day. It’s a wonderful way to work. It took me years to figure that out.
Ethan Rutherford’s story “The Peripatetic Coffin,” published in the Spring/Summer 2008 issue of American Short Fiction, was later selected to appear in The Best American Short Stories 2009. He lives in Minneapolis.
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Ethan Rutherford was selected for this feature by Emerging Writers Network’s Dan Wickett. If there’s an ASF (or other) author whose rituals you’d like to hear about, comment below. We’ll report back soon.