Here I blog about writing, editing, reading, books, submissions, freelancing, getting published (and rejected), journalism, revisions, life after the MFA, teaching writing, and living the writer's life. Welcome. BUT -- if you are a writer: Write first, read blogs second.
Once I met with a writer who had asked me to evaluate her
memoir-in-progress. It was time to return her pages and my report, and over
coffee, maybe pass on some tips for moving on. I wanted to convey both
encouragement and a realistic idea of the amount and type of work still ahead
It was mid-morning, and possibly because I had been awake until 2:00
a.m. watching old episodes of Downton Abbey working on another project, I worried that I wasn't saying anything
particularly hlepful. But then she told me that something I had mentioned
weeks before, just one sentence which I barely remember saying, had already been
a big help as she worked on additional material; roughly this: "Your experience itself is not so unique, so
just tell the story you can tell." Or something like that.
I don't think it's especially brilliant, but I was pleased to have been of help.
This reminded me that so much of the useful, memorable writing advice
I've gotten over the years, has
come in the form of a one-liner. I can recall one writer I admire
telling me, "Nice writing, but what is this really
about?" Good advice, coming after several drafts in which I was spending
a lot of time trying to write elegant prose, while avoiding writing about anything.
Another mentor in a workshop once
asked me to explain, out loud, something I had made overly obscure and complex on
the page, and after I did, she simply said, "Okay. Now write exactly that."
One author's offhand remark, tossed out
during a panel at a writer's conference on creating the *I* narrator in memoir, has also stayed with me: "Get
over yourself; you're not that interesting."
Or something like that.
One more I remember was an MFA faculty member who had read a lot of my
work, and reacted to a new, lackluster piece I'd written with, "If you
settle for your B game, you may not get the A game back." Ouch. But, she had gotten through, and to
this day, I swing for an A game every time. I sometimes strike out, but that's okay; and if I
knew more about baseball, I'd find a clever way of saying it's not the home
runs that count, but a decent batting average. Or something like that.
I've been crazy busy (thank the freelance gods), so even the link list is short this week. But I am cooking up several author interviews and guest posts for the next month or so, including one with the inimitable Bill Roorbach. So stay tuned. Meanwhile...
you are considering adding a new poetry book to your collection, NPR
previews a dozen good ones set for 2012 release.
a teenager, I wanted to be a sports columnist for the New York Times; and still love to read their sports pages.
Longman's column hit several of my buttons -- Royal gossip, an equestrian athlete,
jocks behaving badly (in this case rugby players), and anything British. But
mostly I loved it because of Longman's excellent craft and hilarious style.
wouldn't be cool if a U.S. department
store held literary events, housed a reading space, and if a fast food
chain on this side of the pond were to give
away, oh 9 million books?
Note: Registration is now open for The Submissions Project - an online class to help you get active in the area of moving your work out into the world. Begins Feb 27.
The Book List. Do you have one? I have several. One is a list of the books I
own and have (somewhere) in the house. This comes in especially handy when one of my kids needs a required book for school, not to mention when I nearly buy a third copy of a book I'm sure I want to read someday. Another is a list
of books I want to buy or borrow from the library or trade for. A third is the list of books being
published soon by writer friends and acquaintances, so that (hopefully) I'll
remember to lend some
support. Still another is a list of the books I need (and usually want) to
read to prepare for an upcoming class or assignment.
Then there is the list I want to add – the List of
Books I've Read This Year. Except for during my MFA program, this
list has been missing from my life for decades. Growing up, I conscientiously kept a list of the books I read every year. I know many
of my writing friends still do keep such a list and I don't know why I fell out
of the habit, probably coinciding with completing college some ahem-something
As a reading obsessed child and teenager – way before
blogging -- adding a book to the list was a source of pride and more; it was a way
to document for myself that maybe all that reading was adding up to something,
that I hadn't merely just been (as my mother often snarled) sitting on my butt.
How I would love to be able to look back at those lists today!
As an adult who now interacts with words and writing
every day, wanting to once again have a Books I've Read list may represent
something else; I am not sure exactly what yet. However, I
do know I want to read more (but doesn't
everyone, except maybe my husband?). I mean a lot more, and list
lover that I am, maybe a list
of what I actually accomplished will be a motivator to keep up the reading
Another reason I'm reviving the Books I've Read list
is I enjoy adding to a list almost as
much as I like crossing things off a to-do list. I like to
watch a list grow when it means maybe I've grown a little too (isn't that what
reading is really all about anyway?)
Finally, I think having a list will motivate me not
to let too much time go by between finishing one book and starting another.
Sure, there's that delicious time period when I close the back cover of one book
and don't want to move on to another just yet; I want to remain in the world that author created
for just a bit longer.
Problem is, if I linger too long, I get upset
with myself for not starting that next book. So along with my new list is this new idea – I'm not
to put a book on the just-read list until I've selected the next book to read
and placed it, physically, in my path, for the following morning, say. This is
easier said than done because there are so very many books piled on my To Be
Read shelf and because often I need to gauge what kind of mood I'm in at the
end of one book before choosing the next.
I don't plan to post the list here (who needs
that?), but on more frequent occasions than in the past I'm probably going to
mention what book just made it on to the list.
(Note to those who receive posts via email: No, I don't have a balky space bar on my computer. Blogger and Feedburner are having a problem with the spacing between words. I'm trying out a few suggested fixes, but my powers are limited, so I'm hoping the tech folks get this sorted out soon. Thanks to those who sent emails to alert me.)
On Fridays I post links I like. It's called Friday Fridge Clean-Out because on many Fridays, I concoct a dinner plan for my family by pulling out everything that's been accumulating in my refrigerator that week, choosing the freshest looking stuff, tossing it together, and hope everyone at the table will find something they like. Here, the "fridge" contents come from my Google reader, email inbox, Facebook and Twitter feeds, favorite news and writing sites, blogs I follow, etc. Enjoy!
get the feeling, as you're contemplating ideas for personal essays, that you
just don't have enough turmoil in your life to compete? Then this hilarious McSweeney's personal essay
by a personal essay is for you. (via @ChristinGeall)
first time novelist wonders
about boundaries, subliminal influences, and creating characters, in
connection to her profession as psychotherapist and living a visible life in a small
a writer, are you easy to contact? Do you understand the link between
opportunities and being easy to find, especially online? Chuck Sambuchino – and
100-plus commenters – share some terrific
at her Dollars and Deadlines blog, Kelly James-Enger rounds up eight
useful posts from 2011. Some of the posts are round-ups too, so there's
plenty to explore on a number of useful topics.
wonder what your shower curtain has to say?
Apparently Dave Eggers has, and the resulting
monologue is printed on -- wait for it -- a shower curtain.
mark the one-year anniversary of the publication of her excellent short story
collection, Quiet Americans, Erika Dreifus is giving away
three copies (print or electronic).
novelist Harry Bingham runs a helpful blog for the Writers Workshop in the UK.
I liked this guest
post he featured about finding mentors, especially this line: "A willingness to
listen and learn is just as attractive to a potential mentor as a high level of
native talent, perhaps even more so."
have until Jan. 13 to enter Gotham Writers' Workshops huge
giveaway of more than 63 items – writing books and other products, e-readers
and tablets, subscriptions and class tuition.
I am not a morning person. I loathe getting up early, as in before 10
a.m. For a few years, when my husband
and sons went camping for a week each summer, I'd work from noon to four,
have lunch/dinner, relax, do chores and errands, see a friend, then work and
read again from 10 p.m. to 2:00 a.m., turn in around 3:00 and awaken,
refreshed, around 11.
Sadly, this is no way to conduct a responsible adult life when I’m not
alone. Instead, I get up every
weekday by 6:45. I eat breakfast with my younger child and deliver him to
school before 8:00. Then I often go to a breakfast meeting I've willingly
scheduled, I sit at my desk and open my computer. I work, I write, I edit, I
talk to students or clients.
I pass for normal every morning and function mostly, I'm convinced, because
of the lie I tell myself when the alarm first rings, which is this: I'll just get my son to school, and then I'll
come straight home and go right back to sleep. I tell myself this lie nearly every
morning. Except for a morning or two each winter when the annual major
cold arrives, the lie doesn't become the truth. I know this –
that I am not going to come back home and go back to bed – but I persist in
telling this to my semi-conscious self in order to make myself get up.
This came up the other day in a conversation with a writer who told me that if it weren't for the lies she told herself on a daily basis,
she'd never have gotten her memoir completed (now signed by a small literary
press; translation: it will be published though little money will likely ensue).
Some of her sillier daily lies went something like this: The house will clean itself. My kids will fondly remember
this time as the wonderful year they got to watch endless TV, eat
peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, and their silly mother forgot to make them practice piano.
Her more serious daily lie goes like
this: Just go ahead and write whatever
you want because no one is ever going to read it anyway. She tells herself this lie, despite two traditionally published novels, dozens of
essays, and a poetry chapbook. The lie
is necessary, she says, because it allows her to be daring on the page and to
block out thoughts of what comes after the final draft – agent review, finding
a publisher, critics, readers, marketing. Yes, she admits that it's a lie, that
deep down, she's fairly confident what she writes will make its way to readers,
but if she thought about her words existing anywhere out in the world while
she's still at work on early drafts, she'd panic and possibly stop writing.
Driving home from our (yes morning!) coffee chat, I wondered if there
were any lies I tell myself while I am writing. One that bounces around my
brain when I'm in the first draft of a personal essay is: I'll never be able to
finish this in a way that satisfies me. I believe I persist in this particular
lie so that I won't skip over the necessary mental (and often emotional) steps
involved in writing the all-important middle of the story. Even
if I already have a great ending in mind, I am still convinced I'll never get
there, and that's a good thing. It means
I won't just skate over the middle, never going deep enough. If I never really believe the end is in
sight, I'll spend more time getting that middle right.
Another lie I tell myself is: I have no business writing this; I don't have
the skills or experience to tackle it. Why this lie? Because if I feel too confident,
if I don't have a simmering case of being a bit of a fraud, then I tend to write
too quickly, with less care, and less respect for the particular piece. So I
tell myself, You can't write that, and in some counterintuitive
way, this keeps me going. Maybe I want to prove myself wrong. Or perhaps a part
of me recognizes that one always has to write that very first….book review,
scholarly article, prose poem, short story, lyrical essay, something… and so the fear is
necessary. Then, while I am scolding myself that I shouldn't be writing the
thing I'm currently writing, I can remind myself that in the past I've written many things I had no experience with the first time around either.
I suppose there are other lies I tell myself too, but I can't think of
them now. It's 8:15 a.m. and I'm thinking of going back to bed.
writer friends always know what to say. I met Michelle O'Neil online several
years ago, and she's turned out to be that kind of writer friend, who always
has something good to say about anything I do. Even when I screw up, I can
count on getting a short but oh-so-spot-on email, tweet or Facebook message
from Michelle that puts things right into perspective. Michelle recently
self-published the memoir Daughter
of the Drunk at the Bar. As she explains below, that was the easy part.
Wounds fully licked, she is now hard at work on her next good book.
welcome Michelle O'Neill.
in general is fraught with fear and insecurity, but hang onto your hat if you decide
to self-publish. I thought I'd done the hard
emotional work writing my memoir. I wrote honestly. I wrote bravely.
a good book.
I hired professional
editors to give me feedback on structure. I had other writers go through my
manuscript line by line. Persnickety friends with eyes of eagles found even
more things to fix after I released it. I thanked the self-pub Gods for
print-on-demand and the ability to make corrections.
the book's release, I've received emails from readers who want to tell me what my
memoir has meant to them. Some have said they could not put it down. Some people
are finishing the book in one or two days. Some readers who work in the recovery field
have said they are buying copies for their offices and clients.
my first writing teachers, author Jennifer Lauck asked me to guest
post on her blog and hosted a webinar with me on the topic of
self-publishing. I've received good Amazon reviews. Some of my nearest and
friends have talked
me up on their
blogs, and I've begun to receive good reviews by book
Many of my traditionally published writer friends and acquaintances are not touching
my book with a ten-foot pole. Some writers I have long supported, are not reciprocating.
To my knowledge they aren't even buying my book. If they are, they are not
saying anything about it. They are not putting their name on a review. They are
not talking it up on their social networks. They are not even giving me kudos
I understand their reluctance. I have opted out of a system most writers are
heavily invested in. I'm assuming the fact I didn't go the traditional
publishing route, makes mine "not a real book" to many. And that
completely derails me if I think about it too long.
book "real?" Am I a real writer?
Did my book not get picked up by a literary agent because it isn't good enough?
Granted, I only sent the final version to a handful of them. I kept reading
about the emergence of e-books taking over the marketplace and how the time was
ripe for independent publishing. Also, with the state of the publishing
industry, unknown writers are not getting much attention from the big houses,
so I was kind of scared to go that route, even if I did land an agent.
think my story is too personal? Too ugly? Was I wrong to publish it independently?
Is my book not as good as I think it is? Is it a joke?
hope people will show up for you and they don't, it hurts.
being said, I have had to take an honest inventory of what my expectations were
going in. I have supported many authors in the past because I was so happy and excited
for them when their books came out. I believed in their work, and I love books!
I didn't do it for a payback, but somehow, as my book marched out into the
world, I started to assume they might return the favor, at least those I knew
personally. My motivation for supporting other writers, though pure at the time,
became muddied in retrospect.
comes down to is this. I support other writers on my blogs and through my social media outlets and via
word of mouth, because I love to do it. I will continue to do it, but nobody
I've learned, and would like to pass along to others who plan to self-publish
is this: please explore whether you have any unconscious (or conscious) notions
of riding the coattails of your traditionally published friends. If you do, it's
probably best to let those notions go.
whatever expectations you do have for the traditionally published writers in
your close circle, consider asking them directly to do something specific, such
as, "Will you "share" my book with your Facebook friends?" or "My Amazon sales could be better,
would you mind reading my book and putting up a brief positive comment?"
or "Would love it if you would do a tweet for my book sometime this
week." Granted, this is an area I have yet to master. It is very hard for
me to ask for help. And I abhor the thought of putting anyone on the spot. I
feel if they were inspired to talk me up, they would. Deep down, I guess I'm
afraid of finding out they don't like my work, or worse, they don't like me.
forced to look at why it matters so much to me if my traditionally published
friends and acquaintances support my book. Is it because I hope Daughter of the Drunk at the Bar will
reach a wider audience and positively touch many people? Well, yes. But if I'm
being honest, the reason that comes before
that one is I don't want to feel like a failure. I'm tying my self-worth into
how well my book does.
meant not to do that.
is what's great about being a writer. Every little thing we go through is an
opportunity for self-exploration and there is always the opportunity to bring
it back to the page. Why do I find it
hard to ask for help? Why am I hanging my sense of value as a person on how
many books I sell? How can I inspire others to want to read my work, rather
than playing the role of the unnoticed victim? What does this give me the
chance to heal? How can I believe in myself and in my writing more?
deeper, soulful level, being a writer is a chance to grow so much more than
sales. We lick our wounds, but a new page always beckons, "Come here,"
it says, "get back to work." Because real writers? That's what we do.
Michelle is a
former radio news reporter whose pieces aired during NPR's Morning Edition in
Washington DC. She has contributed to special needs anthologies, and has
written for many venues, both print and online.
Learn more about her memoir here.