Posted on 10 October 2014 | No responses
I recently updated my Events page, and I think this can of PBR set off by glitzy lights about sums it up: some fancy stuff mixed in with the simple and the cheap (and the free). In other words, something for everyone! From AWP in Minneapolis in 2015 (I’m presenting on a panel, giving a reading for Living Arrangements, celebrating Mid-American Review‘s 35th anniversary, among other events) to my MFA reading to editor speed dating to publishing panels and more, I’m getting around.
The editor speed dating takes place Saturday, October 18 at Barrelhouse’s Conversation and Connections conference in Pittsburgh. For a mere $5 donation, you can get 10 minutes of my time as the fiction editor Mid-American Review to offer on-the-spot feedback on your story.* I’m also presenting my session on creepy narrators at this conference at 9:30am. But the big event — the one I’m helping plan and am so excited about this year — is Winter Wheat: The Mid-American Review Festival of Writing, held Nov. 13-15 (with workshops taking place on Fri. Nov. 14 & Sat. Nov. 15). I will participate in a special Mid-American Review roundtable, present two workshops (one on developing a writing routine and one on dealing with literary rejection), and also participate in our inaugural private editor consultations ($10 for 20 minutes)…and then hit the bar at the after-party because that is going to be one busy weekend.
So if you’re in the general Great Lakes area — or know other writers who are — please consider coming to Winter Wheat, Conversations and Connections, or even my MFA reading. Maybe we can grab a PBR afterward.
*Actually, it’s not possible to request a specific editor during the Conversations & Connections speed dating event, purely for logistical reasons, but take heart. All of the editors are cheap dates, and it’s only $5. Go for it.
Photo: Eric Tastad
Posted on 25 September 2014 | No responses
Last week, the Bowling Green State University MFA program welcomed Ben Stroud to campus for a Q&A and reading. Stroud is the author of the story collection Byzantium (Graywolf), which won the 2013 Story Prize Spotlight Award and the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference Bakeless Fiction Prize and was named a Best Book of the Year by the Kansas City Star, Best Summer Book by the Chicago Tribune and Publisher’s Weekly, and a Best Book of the Month by Amazon. Currently, Stroud is Assistant Professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of Toledo.
Having the chance to sit down for a small, intimate Q&A session – and then head out to dinner to share a meal – with visiting authors is just one of the perks of this MFA program. And I have to say that I particularly identified with many of Stroud’s comments. He was honest and forthright about the writing and publishing process, from acknowledging the pressure we put on our first books to the reality that publication doesn’t make us happier or better people.
♦ First line of Byzantium (from the title story, one of my favorites): “I was born a disappointment.”
♦ What Kyle Minor said about Stroud’s writing: “His stories provide the reader with transport, and not to the vivid and continuous dream prescribed by John Gardner, but rather to the theater of the pleasures of the joltingly unfamiliar, where the previously obscured dark corners of history get the dignity of a brief moment under the hot lights in the hot room where there is no glass or screen to safely separate the audience from the rough actors.”
And now here’s a peek of some of Stroud’s comments from our Q&A:
On the writing process: Things suck until they don’t.
On writing a story collection: It’s a messy process – I didn’t have a master plan.
Advice he received from a teacher about the ups and downs of a writing career: Anything good that happens? You have two days, but then you go back to feeling like a loser.
On doubt: It doesn’t take long for doubt to creep in. As writers, we all face self-doubt.
On first books: If you publish your first book, it might have been your dream, but nothing’s changed. The first book is so fetishized. Before it’s published, you have high hopes…but you’re stuck being the person you are, being human.
On the MFA: Take risks and chances in the MFA. The hardest time for a writer is post-MFA.
On the expectations writers have for their careers: Things don’t happen the way you want them to, but something even better might happen [eventually]. After years, things come together.
Posted on 14 September 2014 | No responses
If you’re stuck in front of your computer right now, you might as well read something short and possibly sassy, or weird, or maybe stunning or gutting. This array of short-short fiction and nonfiction should do the trick:
1. Enhanced Fujita for Tornado Alley Widows by Elizabeth Breazeale. Liz is a member of my fiction cohort at BGSU, and this story is gorgeous and weird and haunting. I know Liz well enough to expect nothing less from her. Here’s the first line: “When our husbands come home we dress in blacks and greys because they tell us we look beautiful, colored like wall clouds and downbursts.”
2. Calcification by Rebecca Schwab. I read this nonfiction piece recently in Brevity. The last line just kills me, but here’s the opening: “Less than a year had passed since my mother died from a burst valve in a heart no one knew was faulty. That’s raw when you’re ten. And then Buttercup died.”
3. Gretel’s Revenge by Jackie Cummins. Jackie is another MFA friend, and her Hansel and Gretel retelling is sharp and fresh and startling: “The woodcutter is at a loss. Gretel, not quite fifteen, is cavorting with lycanthropic girls, stumbling home in the dim hours of morning, reeking of urine and musk, tufts of gray fur stuck in her lip gloss, eyes manic and bright.”
4. A Girl Walks Into a Page by yours truly. My bizarre flash piece was chosen as a Smokelong Weekly pick, and it will soon appear in the next Smokelong Quarterly issue. It’s about girls and books and reading and terror and imagination, with some dragons, vomiting ink, math equations, lost airplanes, and much more mixed in. (And check out that amazing artwork by Amy Trosino — I’m honored to have such an intricate work of art accompany my story.) “A girl walks into the pages of an Amelia Earhart biography and loses herself in mist. For months she circles the skies, blind, while waiting for the fall.”
5. How I Liked the Avocados by Wendy Oleson. I’ll end with another Smokelong Quarterly story, just one I stumbled upon a few months ago and enjoyed: “When we get home I can’t sleep; I eat the avocado in the dark, standing over the wooden cutting board. I eat the skin because it is thin and from your tree.”
What are you reading?
Photo: Rachel Gardner
Posted on 5 September 2014 | 1 response
In addition to all that other stuff I did over the summer, I spent a lot of time revising my novel. A lot. Of time. Here’s what that looked like:
That’s a fairly classic example of the day-to-day revision extravaganza. I’ve got my tea, my computer, my notes, and, of course, Cirrus completely in my way. But sometimes it got even messier. Like when I tried to draw a “map” of a certain section of the novel. Hint: Using highlighters and arrows doesn’t necessarily help make sense of anything:
I also had fun reading through some of the marginal notes I left myself months ago. I wasn’t always very nice:
But it all worked out. I finished the draft at the end of August, and it’s now in the hands of a few beta readers. So I’m back to writing stories, which is generally going well. Or at least until Cirrus decides to sit on my hands again as I work:
Posted on 29 August 2014 | 3 responses
In my MFA workshop this week, we talked about the writing work we may or may not have accomplished over the summer months. The general consensus in the room was of guilt and shame and regret — you know, standard writer stuff. Such is life. I know I didn’t meet all my incredibly unrealistic goals, but I did get some good work done. More on that later. For now, I present my summer photo roundup, aka proof of why I didn’t write thousands of pages this summer.
First, there was the painting. My old house desperately needs paint everywhere. I didn’t get to every room, not by a long shot, but it started to feel like it:
But seriously. There was a lot of paint happening this summer. Not an insignificant amount landed on my clothes, skin, hair, and even, in one unfortunate case, right in my eye.
Then there was the total front porch rehab.
And don’t get me started on this fun little project:
At least it turned out okay in the end:
I did manage to have some fun when I wasn’t drowning in house stuff. Like my trip with Peter out west, where we camped:
And saw amazing things like the world’s largest fiberglass cow:
Plus the wonders of Yellowstone:
And climbing to great heights:
Oh, and bison. So many bison.
Even when the trip came to an end, the good times didn’t stop. My friend Rose and I decided to embrace life’s messiness at a mud run:
And the Gay Games came to Cleveland:
But then all of a sudden it was only days before I had to return to the MFA program. I realized, at this point, that throughout my busy summer, I neglected all the gardening work I’d pledged to do. Oops:
And now summer is over and this is what I have to look forward to:
In other words: I’m back! See you soon.
Posted on 15 August 2014 | No responses
I’m peeking in to say hi, but I won’t stay long. I have exactly ten full days of summer break left before classes start, and I’m trying to use them wisely. As I typed those words, a turkey vulture flew over my house. It passed directly over my writing room window and gave me a menacing stare. I think I’ve been put on notice. Back to work. For now, here are some cartoons.
Posted on 24 June 2014 | 4 responses
I haven’t written much about this here, but last year, my two best writing buddies each moved to opposite sides of the country around the same time I started my MFA. This was a big change for all of us, both individually and for the critique/support writing group we’d developed over the years.
This week, I was looking at a journal (pictured above) and, for a few minutes, couldn’t remember who gave it to me or even if it was one I’d purchased myself. The three of us gave gave out matching journals multiple times, so we all have sets of notebooks that were gifts from each other. The fact that I couldn’t immediately remember who purchased this one nicely encapsulates our writing friendship and how intertwined our writing lives had become. (When I did remember who gave me this journal, by the way, I felt silly for temporarily forgetting — she bought it in Europe a few years ago.)
My copy of this particular polka-dotted journal has been long since filled with words, and now new notebooks await me. So in the spirit of filling the page, I’m going to take a summertime break from this blog. I’ll be back either in late July or sometime in August. Until then, I hope you write your heart out. I know I will.
Posted on 11 June 2014 | 4 responses
My story “Under the Linden Tree” is out in Fourteen Hills. Before I give you what you really want — more photos of my cat, Cirrus, clutching that very journal — let me share some submission stats, if that kind of thing interests you.
This story surrounds a photographer, Sam, who photographed his sister nude when they were growing up; decades later, he still fosters ambiguously unhealthy feelings toward his sister. An editor at a top-tier literary journal praised the story and writing but told me that “it’s the second story of the first five I’ve read that uses photographs as as way to begin and organize the story,” so it was a pass. A rejection from another journal offered, “The fiction editors have discussed your piece a number of times because we found it to be one of our favorite submissions. The difficulty is that we have received over 500 submissions, and while we enjoyed your piece, due to page constraints, we are not going to have the space for such a long story.” (The story is about 6,000 words, for anyone keeping track.) Overall, the story received seven rejections, about half personalized/tiered, before being accepted by Fourteen Hills a week after that last personal note.
Rejection aside, Cirrus stepped right up to pose with the issue. I’ll let him take it away:
Posted on 3 June 2014 | 7 responses
When losing is really winning. First, that beautiful hardcover lit mag you see to the left is the latest issue of Tampa Review, which includes my short story, “Q&A at the Film Fest.” For anyone out there who enters the occasional literary contest but feels disheartened by not winning, let me share that I submitted “Q&A at the Film Fest” not through Tampa Review‘s regular submission process, but as an entry for their Danahy Fiction Prize. My story was named a finalist but did not win. A few months later, however, the editors contacted me to say they hadn’t forgotten my story and wanted to publish it. So it seems that sometimes contest entries, even if they don’t win, really are accepted for regular publication from time to time. (And in this case, since Tampa Review pays contributors, I recouped my original contest entry fee in the process.) Just a flash of hope for everyone out there getting the “Thanks, but sorry” emails after entering contests.
The path to double publication. Roxane Gay’s An Untamed State is a dark, compelling, gripping, risky, and difficult novel. I loved it. I read it in two days, and it only took that long because I forced myself to slow down and not stay up all night finishing it. Some of you may be aware that she has an essay collection, Bad Feminist, out later this summer. Two books in one year? Damn straight. Check out her thoughts on having it all come together in the same year, and how she worried for a time that And Untamed State might not find a publisher at all: Two Damn Books: How I Got Here and Where I Want To Go.
Paying the price. In The Cost of a Dream, Kim Treidman keeps it real in her discussion of how much it really costs — in money, time, isolation, even humiliation — to pursue the dream of writing and publishing. As she says, her story is not for the faint of heart: “So now for the big question – the one you’ve all been waiting for: am I going to make money on this book? Hell, no. Have the emotional benefits of getting the book out there made it all worthwhile anyhow – seeing the cover, receiving the first advance copies, doing the readings and interviews and public appearances? No, no, no. While there are aspects of all of these that bring joy and affirmation and celebration, I have to say that in the grand tally none of these benefits comes even close to the costs.” But don’t worry. The piece ends on a slightly higher note.
On literary vs. commercial. The New York Times “Draft” series, which explores the art and craft of writing, has some interesting opinion pieces. I enjoyed reading this one, A Master’s in Chick Lit, about a published commercial author who entered an MFA program and subsequently dulled her voice and the excitement in her writing in the name of Literary Art (capital L, capital A). Even though this isn’t my experience in my MFA program — we encourage everyone to pursue and honor their inherent voices and skills, and to write what they want, and we never promote boring writing in the name of so-called literature — this was still entertaining and also a little depressing.
Dust in the wind. Did you know that we’re all going to miss almost everything? And that’s okay.
Open for business. Frustrated that so many lit mags seem to close shop during the summer months? Here’s a handy list of journals that are open to submissions during the summer months.
A keep-it-short competition for poets and fiction writers. I’m happy to be on staff at a literary journal that remains open to submissions during the summer months — and those online submissions are always free. But if you don’t mind a small entry fee for the chance to enter a top-notch contest, then Mid-American Review‘s Fineline Competition for flash fiction, prose poems, and anything in-between (as long as each piece is 500 words or under; no line breaks for poetry) has been extended through June 15. So send us your short pieces. First prize is $1,000; the winner and some finalists will be published in our special 35th anniversary issue. The entry fee for each submission of three pieces is only $10 — that’s fairly low for a contest with a $1,000 grand prize.
A blog is born. Finally, I’m happy to announce that Mid-American Review‘s new website and blog are up and running. Here’s an interview I conducted with our editor-in-chief, Abigail Cloud. She offers excellent insight and was a really good sport about everything — even when I asked her to describe the publication in 10 words or fewer and to make it rhyme. Check it out!
Posted on 29 May 2014 | 2 responses
Once upon a time, a well-meaning friend tagged me in one of those blog tours and I responded in obnoxious run-on sentences that avoid actually answering the questions. Buckle up, guys. It’s time for my stab at the “My Writing Process” blog tour. And when I say stab, I mean stab.
Who tagged me: Tricia Springstubb is the author of many acclaimed works for both adults and children, most recently What Happened on Fox Street; Mo Wren, Lost and Found; and Phoebe and Digger. Her new middle grade novel, Moonpenny Island, is forthcoming from HarperCollins, and an as-of-yet untitled chapter book is also on the publishing horizon.
But who is Tricia really? Here’s a photo of her with a stuffed fox (bottom of post) at an author’s event on an unbearably hot day in 2012. Here’s that time she totally caught me drinking wine at an awards ceremony when I’d previously claimed I wouldn’t for fear of getting tipsy before having to accept the award. (Spoiler: She joined me with a glass of her own like any good friend would.) And here’s a lovely guest post she did for my blog a few years ago. I’m lucky to be in a writing group with Tricia, which means I get to reap the benefits of her thoughtful reading and of course get sneak peeks of her writing before it hits the stores and inevitably wins awards or gets starred Kirkus reviews. Tricia is a kind-hearted and wonderful writer and reader, and I’m lucky to know her. She tagged me in this blog tour, though I have to say she (or anyone) doesn’t deserve the type of vague/bizarre answers I’m going to give. Let’s hit it!
1) What are you working on?
I’m working on a second story collection that so far consists of creepy, dark stories that require lots of cringing and tea breaks and worrying that what I’m doing is potentially horrifying/distasteful/off the mark. And I’m still working on that novel about stars and skin and girls and futures and pasts.
On a non-writing note, I also have these wildly unwise plans to paint nearly every room in my house this summer, which is saying something because I am a slow and terrible painter. It takes me something like four days to remove photos and spackle/sand a wall and then another full day to clean off the dust and then two days to apply that blue tape and then forever more to paint and squint and fix my mistakes and then wash the paint out of my hair. I bought three gallons of paint this week and honestly, just thinking about clearing out the hallway to start painting it makes me want to take a two-week nap. Also, my garden is 96% weeds and I’m considering just changing my perspective to consider weeds the desirable things and everything else invasive. So basically, I want to change the inside and outside of my living arrangements and also write part of one book and revise another, all in three months. Should be a super fun summer.
2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
This question makes me think of this one time at a Big Fancy Writing Conference when an agent asked me what other books I’d compare my manuscript to and I panicked and went blank. I mean, in regular life I could definitely offer up comparisons, but in that moment I just couldn’t. Sometimes my brain self-sabotages and shuts down with the intent of making me look stupid, but what can you do. Also, in case you were wondering, my agent meeting was one of the conference-organized ones that I’m sure some agents only subject themselves to in order to gain the rest of the sweet sweet conference perks (I don’t blame them). So it’s not like she tracked me down on the dance floor or anything because she was dying for my comparison titles. Of course, I did know someone who asked a literary agent to dance at one of these writing conferences and she politely turned him down and then they had to continue standing next to each other in awkward silence. Anyway, that is apparently my entire answer to this question. You’re welcome.
3) Why do I write what I do?
If you knew what I was writing right at this moment, then this would be a very awkward question indeed and we would immediately drop eye contact. Let’s save this moment for all the uncomfortable questions I might get if one of these books is published. I will say, though, that last night I woke up at 3am with a way to end the story I’m currently working on and it was only after I jotted out a note to myself that I realized the ending sort of explained a big part of my life. But of course the real reason I write what I do is because, like all other writers in the universe, I think that what I have to say needs to be said and that it hasn’t yet been told in quite the way I’m going to tell it.
4) How does your writing process work?
My writing process is fueled by self-imposed guilt trips, green jasmine tea, spider solitaire, ambition, good books, jealousy, lyricism, rhythm, and hope.
This is where I’m supposed to tag additional authors to join the blog tour but I’m not going to because I’m just that rebellious; plus, considering the quality of my answers here, I feel like I have already derailed this portion of our tour. Instead, I encourage you to read the much more reasonable blog tour (blog relay? What even is this? What am I doing? Seriously, I don’t know) answers from Tricia, Kristin Ohlson and Susan Grimm.
Photo: Julia Wolf