I write contemporary women's fiction, and some really weird short stories. In this blog, I plan to talk about writing, and my path towards publication. Stick around. (For the time being I am not blogging on any regular schedule.)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Birthday Sing-Along
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Shameless request for attention
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Write fast.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Every minute you spend writing.
[My] first manuscript will never be published, but writing it was in NO way a waste of time. If you want to be a writer, every minute you spend writing is valuable . . . The world will never see the product, but the process was worth every second.
Daily inspirational quotes will be posted here through the rest of November. KEEP WRITING.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Persistence.
How often -- even before we began -- have we declared a task "impossible"? And how often have we construed a picture of ourselves as being inadequate? . . . A great deal depends upon the thought patterns we choose and on the persistence with which we affirm them.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
The same age.
Give yourself permission to be a beginner. By being willing to be a bad artist, you have a chance to be an artist, and perhaps, over time, a very good one.When I make this point in teaching, I am met by instant defensive hostility: "But do you know how old I will be by the time I learn to really play the piano / act / paint / write a decent play?"Yes . . . the same age you will be if you don't.So let's start.
Friday, November 25, 2011
The energy it takes to pout.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Lose your fear.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Trust your subconscious.
... I discovered that if I trusted my subconscious, or imagination, whatever you want to call it, and if I made the characters as real and honest as I could, then no matter how complex the pattern being woven, my subconscious would find ways to tie it together -- often doing things far more complicated and sophisticated than I could with brute conscious effort. I would have ideas for 'nodes', as I think of them -- story or character details that have lots of potential connections to other such nodes -- and even though I didn't quite understand, I would plunk them in. Two hundred pages later, everything would back-fit, and I'd say, "Ah, that's why I wrote that."
Monday, November 21, 2011
The seat of your pants.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Write much?
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Figure out what you have to say.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Take chances.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
How to write a novel.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Fail Better.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Your Daily Writing Inspiration
It's November 15. If you're doing NaNoWriMo, you may be kicking ass and taking names, or you think you're already so far behind that you can never catch up. BUT YOU CAN. Keep trying. And I'm going to post one inspirational writing quote each day for the rest of the month to help keep you going...
It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.--J.K. Rowling
Monday, November 14, 2011
Teen Writing Workshop, Winter Session
This class is for teenaged writers who want to learn about and practice the art of "workshopping" one's writing. During this course, you will have the opportunity to “workshop” your poems and stories in class. We will discuss the strengths in your work as well as opportunities for revision. An inspiring and generative experience for young writers who are eager to develop their voice while helping others do the same. For writers age 13-18 ONLY.
SCHOLARSHIP OPPORTUNITIES: Grub Street is happy to be able to offer a limited number of full scholarships for this course. You are eligible for one of these scholarships if you are in a household that receives benefits from Massachusetts SNAP or Massachusetts TANF, if you are a foster child, and/or if your household’s gross income is within the free limits on the Federal Income Guidelines.To apply for a scholarship, please send an email of no more than 500 words to chris@grubstreet.org describing why you want to take this class and stating that you meet the requirements above. At the end of the email, list the name and email address or phone number of one teacher or other non-relative adult whom we could contact for a recommendation. Please put "Winter Teen Scholarship" in the Subject line of the email. Deadline is 12:00pm on Friday, January 13th.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Damn(ed).
Thanks to Maine Character for forwarding me this interview with Chuck Palahniuk! The author is delightful and insightful as always, and I also recommend you follow the links to my previous posts about meeting Chuck and Chuck's keynote speech at the Grub Street 2010 Muse & the Marketplace writing conference.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Only five more days 'til NaNoWriMo!
- You can't edit a blank page.
- Don't get it right, get it written.
- Write so fast, your inner editor can't catch you.
- Explaining NaNoWriMo
- My first NaNo, and answering some concerns
- NaNo Tool Kit: Shiny
- NaNo Tool Kit: Fortification
- Your NaNoWriMo Report Card
- Writing in the Absence of Inspiration
- "Winning"
- Making NaNo Work For You
- Winning NaNo With Fewer Than 50K Words
- In Which I Tell Salon To Go %^@& Itself
Friday, September 23, 2011
Calling All Boston-Area Teens!
Teen Writing Camp: Workshopping Your Writing
6 Fridays from 4:00-6:00pm at Grub Street headquarters. Begins October 14th.
This class is for teenaged writers who want to learn about and practice the art of ""workshopping"" one's writing. During this course, you will have the opportunity to “workshop” your poems and stories in class. We will discuss the strengths in your work as well as opportunities for revision. An inspiring and generative experience for young writers who are eager to develop their voice while helping others do the same. For writers age 13-18 ONLY.
Note: This class will not meet on Veteran's Day, 11/11, or the week of Thanksgiving, 11/25. The final class will take place on 12/2.
SCHOLARSHIP OPPORTUNITIES: Grub Street is happy to be able to offer a limited number of full scholarships for this course. You are eligible for one of these scholarships if you are in a household that receives benefits from Massachusetts SNAP or Massachusetts TANF, if you are a foster child, and/or if your household’s gross income is within the free limits on the Federal Income Guidelines.
To apply for a scholarship, please send an email of no more than 500 words to chris@grubstreet.org describing why you want to take this class and stating that you meet the requirements above. At the end of the email, list the name and email address or phone number of one teacher or other non-relative adult whom we could contact for a recommendation. Please put "Fall Teen Scholarship" in the Subject line of the email. Deadline is 12:00pm on Friday, September 30th.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
How To Set A House On Fire
Before you light the gas , light a cigarette under the old red maple in the front yard, under the hunter’s moon, and take a last look. Before this, walk through the ranch house with a miner’s lamp and pesticide sprayer topped off with high-test racing fuel. Before it was your house it was your father’s house and before it was your father’s house it was his father’s too. Before foreclosure on the family farm, before the new highway. Spray the gaps in the oak floorboards and get into the heating ducts, hit the horsehair plaster and take out electric sockets, then run a heavy gas line out to the barn. There is the combine. That is a backhoe. At one time chickens lived here. Before leaving, make sure the hay bales drip with fuel. This was feed once. On your way toss your house keys into the water well. Before doing anything else, make a wish.
After filling the birdbath next to the old red maple with the remaining octane, call Herm up at the fire station. After he gets on the line tell him to come over and bring a truck or two– with a crew. There’s not much to see now, really. After he asks why, tell him. Tell him how the fire line went from where you stand to the well and then zigzagged to the barn, and after the farm equipment blew to the sky tell him how the furnace did the same. A chain of events, explain, a chain of events. After the windows kicked out there wasn’t much anyone could have done. And after Herm asks if you would do it all over again, tell him you would. But come anyway, Herm. Tell him that.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The Orange
The Orange
An orange ruled the world.
It was an unexpected thing, the temporary abdication of Heavenly Providence, entrusting the whole matter to a simple orange.
The orange, in a grove in Florida, humbly accepted the honor. The other oranges, the birds, and the men in their tractors wept with joy; the tractors' motors rumbled hymns of praise.
Airplane pilots passing over would circle the grove and tell their passengers, "Below us is the grove where the orange who rules the world grows on a simple branch." And the passengers would be silent with awe.
The governor of Florida declared every day a holiday. On summer afternoons the Dalai Lama would come to the grove and sit with the orange, and talk about life.
When the time came for the orange to be picked, none of the migrant workers would do it: they went on strike. The foremen wept. The other oranges swore they would turn sour. But the orange who ruled the world said, "No, my friends; it is time."
Finally a man from Chicago, with a heart as windy and cold as Lake Michigan in wintertime, was brought in. He put down his briefcase, climbed up on a ladder, and picked the orange. The birds were silent and the clouds had gone away. The orange thanked the man from Chicago.
They say that when the orange went through the national produce processing and distribution system, certain machines turned to gold, truck drivers had epiphanies, aging rural store managers called their estranged lesbian daughters on Wall Street and all was forgiven.
I bought the orange who ruled the world for 39 cents at Safeway three days ago, and for three days he sat in my fruit basket and was my teacher. Today, he told me, "it is time," and I ate him.
Now we are on our own again.
Copyright © 2001 Benjamin Rosenbaum
Originally published in Quarterly West, Spring/Summer 2002.
Reprinted in Harper's, November 2002.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Scenes from a Mumbai taxi
Friday, September 2, 2011
No one cares about your beautiful language.
- You can't write scared.
- Inhibition = self-consciousness = that which ruins any art.
- The reader doesn't really want your beautiful language. The reader wants the truth.
"I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far. Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak."
- Kurt Vonnegut, Palm Sunday
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Vonnegut's Eight Rules
Kurt Vonnegut's eight rules for writing fiction:
Of course, there are always exceptions. Vonnegut added: "The greatest American short story writer of my generation was Flannery O’Connor. She broke practically every one of my rules but the first. Great writers tend to do that."- Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons 1999), 9-10.
- Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
- Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
- Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
- Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.
- Start as close to the end as possible.
- Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
- Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
- Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
You don't want publication yet.
I'm gearing up for the impending NaNoWriMo--I have a novel idea that has been floating around in my brain for approximately 5 years, but with all the nonsense that comes with living life on a daily basis, I haven't done anything other than put a loose outline on paper. I'm hoping this is my year and maybe next year at this time I can be worrying about trying to get it published. I'm actually contemplating taking a few days off of work in November, shutting off the cell phone and internet, and just going into some kind of writing zone--somewhat akin to the old fashioned "all nighter" pulled in college to crank out a paper--but this time probably it will involve a lot more sleep and a glass of organic red wine.
Do you have any advice/tips for me? For example, I'm looking for things I should be doing now to set myself up later for publication. I have purchased a book titled, "Publishing Your Manuscript," which I must confess I have not cracked open yet, but it somehow makes me feel closer to my goal by sitting on my bookshelf.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Fear.
Friday, July 22, 2011
You have a million excuses.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Just bring a pen.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Johnny Depp, eat your heart out.
Friday, June 10, 2011
The writer is the one who stays in the room.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
The Muse has spoken. Twice.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
For those who observe & celebrate...
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Audience
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The Devil's Parrot (preview)
A poet once wondered if the world would end in fire or ice. He spoke of desire and hate.
If I could meet that poet, I would tell him that the world can end far less dramatically. It can end under a perfect blue sky and fluffy white clouds, unmarred by excessive heat or cold. It can end with indifference, with a man who woke up on such a fine day as this and said that he no longer wanted to be married. Who looked at me with empty eyes and shrugged when I asked why. Who had so little interest remaining that he packed only a few changes of clothes, leaving behind books, music, photos, computer files, furniture, money.
In an effort to provoke either love or anger, I grabbed Ninja, said I was keeping the dog. The man who was everything to me eyed the small black dachshund, who had indeed been his pet first, and said that was fine. Then he closed the door gently behind himself.
I wanted for it to pour rain, for the sky to turn shades of black and gray, for thunder to rage, for lightning to strike—him or me, it didn't matter. But the sweet breeze kept blowing, the clouds drifted, the sun shone. It hurt even more knowing that the weather was indifferent as well.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Free Fiction (no fooling)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Binge Thinking
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I'm not dead yet!
I would like to apologize to my readers for simply disappearing for over a month. But sometimes the in-real-life issues just have to take priority.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Writers' Heaven
A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell.
She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.
"Oh my," said the writer. "Let me see heaven now."
A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.
"Wait a minute," said the writer. "This is just as bad as hell!"
"Oh no, it's not," replied an unseen voice. "Here, your work gets published."
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Missing the Point (censoring Huck Finn)
The n-word possessed, then as now, demeaning implications more vile than almost any insult that can be applied to other racial groups. There is no equivalent slur in the English language. As a result, with every passing decade this affront appears to gain rather than lose its impact. Even at the level of college and graduate school, students are capable of resenting textual encounters with this racial appellative. In the 1870s and 1880s, of course, Twain scarcely had to concern himself about the feelings of African American or Native American readers. These population groups were too occupied with trying, in the one case, to recover from the degradation of slavery and the institution of Jim Crow segregation policies, and, in the other case, to survive the onslaught of settlers and buffalo-hunters who had decimated their ways of life, than to bother about objectionable vocabulary choices in two popular books.