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Holy August, a month has gone by sans post. To sum up the reason for my prolonged absence, I can only say:
Batman. Work. Writing. Vegas. Family. Writing. Baseball. Batman. Birthdays. Editing, editing, editing.
I have discovered (probably very late) Jane Friedman's amazing blog. The discovery came at a key point in my personal writing cycle, which may actually look more like a parabola than a ring. The concept/development slow build, the writing high, the inevitable editing depression. Whenever I am working through a draft, I find myself looking at MFA programs, freelance gigs, writing workshops, and blogs. Obviously, it's some subconscious plea for help.
"I am lost! I need a guide!" I cried out; Jane Friedman has been my answer of late. Her blog offers significant practical advice on a broad range of topics. Here are some of my favorite posts
Meanwhile, in the middle of my editorial quagmire, I search for my inner compass in fiction. I just finished Anne Lamott's Rosie. Thanks to my busy July (see above), I have fallen hopelessly behind in my Good Reads reading goal for 2012 and I'm trying to jump on quick fiction and leave the classics for another time. I'm about 100 pages into Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night and I can't seem to, well, care.
Here's why I love Lamott (Rosie, ch. 12):
I hope it made you at least smile. Happy Wednesday, Folks, and I suppose, happy August as well.
Kris
Batman. Work. Writing. Vegas. Family. Writing. Baseball. Batman. Birthdays. Editing, editing, editing.
I have discovered (probably very late) Jane Friedman's amazing blog. The discovery came at a key point in my personal writing cycle, which may actually look more like a parabola than a ring. The concept/development slow build, the writing high, the inevitable editing depression. Whenever I am working through a draft, I find myself looking at MFA programs, freelance gigs, writing workshops, and blogs. Obviously, it's some subconscious plea for help.
"I am lost! I need a guide!" I cried out; Jane Friedman has been my answer of late. Her blog offers significant practical advice on a broad range of topics. Here are some of my favorite posts
- 3 Questions Every Creative Person Must Ask
- Start Here: How to Get Your Book Published
- The Persistent and Damaging Myth About Introverts and Marketing
- The Atlantic article linked within: Caring for Your Introvert
Meanwhile, in the middle of my editorial quagmire, I search for my inner compass in fiction. I just finished Anne Lamott's Rosie. Thanks to my busy July (see above), I have fallen hopelessly behind in my Good Reads reading goal for 2012 and I'm trying to jump on quick fiction and leave the classics for another time. I'm about 100 pages into Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night and I can't seem to, well, care.
Here's why I love Lamott (Rosie, ch. 12):
When James and Elizabeth had been seeing each other very steadily but not every night for a month and a half, they would walk in on one another in the bathroom and make jokes. And, as Elizabeth periodically smelled a just-removed Tampax for (among other reasons) indications of yeast or infection, it was inevitable that one day, without knocking, James entered as Elizabeth was dangling a bloody tampon by the string in front of her nose, sniffing.
"Oh, my God," he said. "Are you going to eat that?"I laughed so hard, I lost my page. I laughed so hard, my husband asked if I was okay. When I read it aloud to him, he didn't laugh quite so much. Or at all really. He crinkled his nose and tried to dislodge the image I had placed in his mind while I wiped tears from my eyes.
I hope it made you at least smile. Happy Wednesday, Folks, and I suppose, happy August as well.
Kris
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