SCWC; Day Two

By Midge Raymond,

Yesterday was a beautiful, sunny day, most of which I spent inside at the Southern California Writers’ Conference — and it was well worth it.

download1

Actually, I spent more of my day teaching sessions than attending sessions — but it was great to see the energy of all the writers, to hear all their thoughtful questions, and to read a few samples of their work. I was particularly happy to see such a nice crowd at my afternoon revision session — revision being such a necessary part of the writing process, yet often one of the least fun for many writers.

And later, in their afternoon panel, several agents and editors confirmed the importance of having polished work. The panel featured agent (and former editor) Claire Gerus; agent Natanya Wheeler of Lowenstein-Yost; Jeff Moores of Dunow, Carlson & Lerner; and editor Lynn Price of Behler Publications.

When asked about the biggest mistakes writers make when submitting to an agent or a small press, the answers were issues that can all be resolved with careful revision: grammatical errors, point-of-view switches, having too much backstory too early on (a structural issue), as well as an overall “lack of preparedness” on the part of the writer.

The panel also talked about the difficulties for writers in the current economy (writers can expect lower advances); the fact that writers need to be their own publicists, or hire one; and the advantages of using Internet to promote one’s book. It was nice to hear them emphasize that it’s the quality of writing that gets their attention, not a trendy topic; they’re looking for timeless books rather than a hot topic.

I also spoke to a couple people who did the Rogue Workshops (these are the ones that begin at 9 p.m. and last indefinitely), some of which finished shortly after midnight and others that lasted past 3 a.m. They sounded like so much fun that I’m (almost ) sorry to have been sleeping through them.



Notes from SC Writers’ Conference; Day One

By Midge Raymond,

It’s nice to be in San Diego, even if the temperatures are in the 50s (it’s still 20 degrees warmer than where I’m coming from) — and the much-needed rain is always worth celebrating, especially when it alternates with sunny blue skies (and gorgeous sunsets).

sandiego

The Southern California Writers’ Conference started yesterday, and I sat in on a couple sessions before taking off to prepare for my own this morning and this afternoon. I really enjoyed Julie Ann Shapiro‘s session on flash fiction; as a writer of short fiction myself, I nevertheless tend to write longish short fiction rather than the 500-750 word “flashes” that give this sub-genre its name. But Shapiro gave us an excellent introduction to the form, read us a few flash examples, and then put us to work. She has a lovely, encouraging style that encouraged us all to give it a try and, most of all, to have fun with it.

I also attended Michael Thompkins‘ session on character, which offered a great way to approach characters — one that we all might do subconsciously but would be better off doing consciously. A psychologist, Thompkins brought us into the physical aspects of character and offered four different personality types, encouraging us to pay close attention to somatic psychology and emotional anatomy as we define and portray our characters on the page. (Too many details to go into here, but he is also doing a follow-up session this morning, and more info is available on his own web site.)

More tomorrow…



Grammar Goods

By Midge Raymond,

I just discovered the coolest web site (well, “cool” may be relative in my case). But writers and grammar geeks everywhere will enjoy Grammar Rules, which offers products for the “grammatically aware lifestyle.” It may sound a little odd (except to people like me, perhaps) but the products are so well done — a combination of coffee-shop simplicity and typewriter artsy — that they’re rather irresistible, even if you already know your linking verbs from your gerunds.

adj

In addition to the plates and mugs, you can buy greeting cards that cover everything from verb tense (“Today we do it. Friday we did it. We have done it often.”) to direct objects to contractions.

plate1

Now, I shop. Tomorrow, I will be poorer.



On Writing Buddies

By Midge Raymond,

Remember when we were small and we weren’t allowed to cross the street without a buddy? Well, in many ways writing can be just as daunting, which is why having a writing buddy is such a good idea.

I often turn to my friend Stacey — an excellent certified coach — to crack the whip when I get stuck, or when I let the rest of life pile up in front of the writing (even when writing is always what I’d rather be doing). And just today I had a terrific meeting with my new writing buddy Clare — we sat in a Belltown cafe and outlined our goals, set our deadlines, and then went our separate ways to get writing.

I love this arrangement. (And it’s not just because Clare makes the best chocolate chip scones I’ve ever had.) For one, I’m going to be away next week, a week during which I normally wouldn’t get any writing done. But Clare and I have set deadlines, so I must meet them. I’m accountable. And for a writer, this is often half the battle.

The nice thing about being coached along by a fellow writer is the sharing of ideas, the inspiration and wisdom you can bring to each other’s work. This afternoon, as we talked about outlines, Clare compared the end of a chapter to a long exhale — a beautiful metaphor for the way the end of a chapter must conclude, yet also be ready to begin again, to take the next breath.

Between the writing wisdom and the chocolate chip scones, I am truly inspired. And now — off to write. I have a deadline looming.



Thrilling Tales in Seattle

By Midge Raymond,

I’m getting a little addicted to the Seattle Public Library. At first, it was the cool building, designed by Rem Koolhaas, the funky Dutch architect. It’s a gorgeous modern structure with neon escalators and this amazing hall that is painted completely red (somehow it always reminds me of The Shining).


Then I discovered the cool little gift shop (having a sale now) and the Chocolati Cafe (need I say more about that?) And the top floor’s gigantic, sun-filled reading room (well, in Seattle that’s a stretch — let’s say “light-filled”; on a cloudy day it’s still very bright in there) is perfect for reading and even better for writing.

And today I went to another lunchtime session of Thrilling Tales, during which the fiction librarian, David Wright, read T. C. Boyle’s story “The Lie.” (In case you missed it in the New Yorker, read it now. Better yet, have someone read it to you). We also heard a short piece by Etgar Keret called “A Souvenir from Hell,” which was great. I love being in a place where stories are celebrated.

Last but not least, the Book Return is this space-age auto thingy that sucks your book up into some machine. The whole place is like a Disneyland for writer geeks like me.

 



Forgetting English…but remembering the penguins

By Midge Raymond,

Today’s good news is that I have copies of Forgetting English in my hands at last. This is cool.

FE_Cover.indd

One of the stories, “The Ecstatic Cry,” originally published in Ontario Review, is about a penguin researcher in Antarctica — which brings me to the bad news, this story in the Boston Globe’s Green Blog about the fate of the emperor penguins.

New research from Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution indicates that the emperors face serious population declines due to climate change. According to this research, if climate change continues to melt sea ice at the rates reported by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, the larger emperor colonies will shrink from 3,000 to only 400 breeding pairs by the end of this century — and there are only about 40 emperor colonies in the world to begin with.

And Al Gore’s update to the Senate Foreign Relations Committee yesterday is nothing short of terrifying. I realize I’m a little off-topic here, but a world without penguins (or polar bears, or sea ice) isn’t a world I’d want to live in. But of course, it’s not just the animals I worry about … as Gore reports, for each 1 meter of sea level rise, there will be roughly 100 million climate refugees. And Antarctica is melting fast.



This is a new one…

By Midge Raymond,

As readers of this blog know, I get a little cranky when I hear about memoirs that turn out to have been made up. Today’s NY Times has an interesting story about the Chilean writer Roberto Bolano, whose two recent novels (2666 and The Savage Detectives) are not in question but whose biography is.

Apparently Bolano, who died in 2003, was not into heroin, nor was he in Chile during the military coup that brought Pinochet to power, as he has claimed. And American critics and publishers are being taken to task for “deliberately distorting the writer’s past to fit him into the familiar mold of the tortured artist.”

It’s no secret that writers and publishers need to think about sales — and aside from the writing, it helps to have youth, beauty, or some other angle or platform that helps sell books. But when writers have to start re-creating their own personas to sell books, we might be taking things a little too far.



All publishing, all the time

By Midge Raymond,

Lately it seems that the publishing industry is making headlines in a bigger way than usual, with the layoff of Publishers Weekly’s editor-in-chief Sara Nelson yesterday and the former publisher of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt joining Riverhead, not to mention the many other layoffs and reorganizations in the industry over the past few months.

In addition, I’ve noticed several articles on “the new publishing,” which in many cases refers to self-publishing, on which the NY Times has a cover story today. It begins, “The point may soon come when there are more people who want to write books than there are people who want to read them” — though I have long wondered whether we’re there already.

The article outlines the pros and cons of self-publishing, of which most writers are aware, and mentions one surprising fact: this month, Author Solutions (which operates iUniverse, AuthorHouse, and other vanity presses) bought Xlibris — and combined, the company represented 19,000 titles in 2008: almost six times more than Random House, the world’s largest traditional publishing house. (And keep in mind that these books did not have editors.) It’s a strange statistic.

But those in the self-publishing business know that it’s not about books but about money. Lulu’s CEO, Robert Young, admits that most of its titles are published for few other than the authors and their families. “We have easily published the largest collection of bad poetry in the history of mankind,” he told the Times.

And yet for all those niche books that will sell only a few copies, there are authors out there who know there is a larger audience for their work — and it is for these writers that I’m glad self-publishing is now easy and cheap. Today’s success story is Lisa Genova, whose first novel, “Still Alice,” was turned down or ignored by 100 literary agents. She self-published the novel for $450 and, though perseverance and fantastic luck, eventually sold it to Pocket Books for a mid-six-figure advance. It debuted on the New York Times trade paperback fiction bestseller list at number five this Sunday.



The Story Behind the Story

By Midge Raymond,

I’ve recently received my fall issue of American Literary Review, in which I’m thrilled to have a story of my own included. Even after having written and rewritten a piece, then editing the proofs, I still get a kick out of seeing a story in print (especially in the pages of a magazine I’ve read and admired for years). Somehow, a published, polished piece feels a little different, in a good way, and the effect this had on me today was to remind me of the origins of this one.

Years ago, when I was working in the alumni office of a large university, we received a letter that contained a ring — a lovely, expensive-looking ring — along with a note asking that it be returned to its rightful owner. The sender wrote that she had stolen it from her roommate years earlier and wanted to make things right again. (This is the kind of thing that a writer can’t get out of her mind.)

And I never did get that letter (or the letter writer) out of my mind. Much later, while in Hawaii for a friend’s wedding, I found myself noticing the couples next to me at the bar, or in a cafe — a lot of young honeymooners and a lot of older couples as well. I thought again of the ring, of relationships and regrets, and, to make a long story short, these ideas collided in my mind (as Grace Paley once said, “I don’t have a story until I have two stories”), and “Twin Falls” was born.

To see how the story evolves and how it ends, turn to page 39 of this issue of ALR. 🙂

alr_100



Ah, finally.

By Midge Raymond,

This is the novel that came from the screenplay that came from the memoir that came from the story that came from the house that Herman Rosenblat built.

It’s a little convoluted, but here it is: Today’s NY Times reports that Herman Rosenblat’s false memoir will actually be published as a novel (as it should have been all along, since it was fictional). Apparently, the film rights for the memoir had already been sold, and a screenplay had been written, and now a publisher in White Plains will publish a novel based on the screenplay.

All’s well that ends well. But would it have been so hard to write a novel to begin with?



Cheaper, Wilder, Trashier

By Midge Raymond,

This is among the portents of the new era of publishing, forecast in this Time magazine article — a very interesting look at what’s happening in the industry, thanks in part to the technologies that make digital printing (i.e., self-publishing) cheaper and easier. The novel, writes Lev Grossman, is “about to renew itself again, into something cheaper, wilder, trashier, more democratic and more deliriously fertile than ever.”

The problem, Grossman writes, isn’t that people aren’t reading — it’s the publishing business itself, a system of author advances (which often translates into publisher losses) and consignment sales (more losses) that dates back to the Depression. Under this system, the publisher takes all the risks and suffers all the losses. And they are less and less able to handle that, especially in these difficult economic times.

Enter the digital age: the Reader, the Kindle, and Google. And while self-publishing used to be a last resort (and, many agents and editors warn, a career killer), it’s now becoming a more respectable option — and even a better one for those writers with a good book and a good platform, and who want to keep more of the profits themselves. And while the majority of self-published books are self-published for a good reason, the article points out just a few of self-publishing’s successes, including Brunonia Barry’s self-published novel The Lace Reader, later picked up by William Morrow in a $2-million, two-book deal; and William P. Young’s The Shack, which spent 34 weeks on the New York Times bestseller list.

Grossman writes, “Old Publishing is stately, quality-controlled and relatively expensive. New Publishing is cheap, promiscuous and unconstrained by paper, money or institutional taste. If Old Publishing is, say, a tidy, well-maintained orchard, New Publishing is a riotous jungle: vast and trackless and chaotic, full of exquisite orchids and undiscovered treasures and a hell of a lot of noxious weeds.”

And while he maintains that Old Publishing won’t disappear anytime soon, we’ll see lots of changes in the meantime: without the constraints of physical pages, novels will be longer and doled out episodically, Grossman predicts. “We’ll see less modernist-style difficulty and more romance-novel-style sentiment and high-speed-narrative throughput. Novels will compete to hook you in the first paragraph and then hang on for dear life.”

I agree with Grossman that this is all neither good nor bad: “it just is.” I love to see writers such as Elle Newmark find their homes in the publishing world. Newmark’s story is a great one: Her agent submitted her novel (The Book of Unholy Mischief) to publishers and received several rejections; Newmark rewrote the book and tried to find a new agent but no one would take it on; she thought about giving up. In the meantime, she turned sixty and still believed in the book, so she decided to self-publish it. She hosted a fantastic virtual launch party, and within 24 hours received several offers of representation from top literary agencies. She signed with William Morris, her book went to auction, and she eventually received a two-book deal from Simon & Schuster (and I seem to remember reading that this was a seven-figure deal).

So among many other things, New Publishing also means that there are greater chances for all writers who believe in their work enough. And this is definitely a good thing.



A Joyous Day

By Midge Raymond,

Because this is a blog All About Writing, I wasn’t going to ramble on and on about how great today’s inauguration was. We already know that.

Then I realized I could ramble and still keep it All About Writing — that one of the many (many) reasons it’s thrilling to have Barack Obama as our new president is that he’s an accomplished author. And by this I don’t mean just a bestselling one, but a truly gifted writer — which by definition means, to me at least, that he’s a gifted thinker and communicator as well as able to do lovely things with language.

Yesterday, on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I remembered when I was teaching writing at Boston University, how every spring semester, we’d a have the day off, and how every year, I would give my students a copy of his “I Have a Dream” speech and ask them to tell me why it’s such a beautiful piece of writing (in case you’ve forgotten yourself, you can read and listen to it here).

And today, Obama’s inaugural address echoed King’s dream: “This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than 60 years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.”

I’ve kept copies of many of Obama’s speeches as I have Dr. King’s — for now, so I can read and remember history in the making. There are probably few out there who haven’t heard Obama speak and who haven’t been moved by his words. But non-writers tend to forget that these were words on a page before they were ever spoken. So I’ll also keep them for future classes, when I might hand them out along with Dr. King’s speech and say, “Now here’s a great piece of writing.”

Now, I’m off to watch more of the the inaugural festivities…



Writers’ Routines

By Midge Raymond,

A couple months ago, I went to see Julia Glass at the Seattle Public Library, where she read from her new book, I See You Everywhere, and talked about writing. She commented that she doesn’t have a regular routine, which I was glad to hear because I don’t either. So many writers do have strict schedules for writing (which often involves getting up at ungodly hours) that those of us who don’t might be tempted to worry about it.

And then I found Daily Routines, which offers us the rituals and routines of not only writers but visual artists, musicians, filmmakers, scientists, and many more (the writers range from John Grisham to Colette to T.C. Boyle to Charles Darwin). It’s fun to see what other writers do for motivation and inspiration … and a comfort to know there’s no “right way.”

As I always tell my students, the important thing is not to have a routine but to remember that you’re always a writer — in every moment of every day. That you’re working even as you take the bus to work (observing details, eavesdropping on conversations), cook dinner (noting all the senses), or go for a jog (letting your subconscious sort out why your protagonist suddenly did something you didn’t expect). As James Thurber told the Paris Review in 1955, “I never quite know when I’m not writing.”

Of course, you’ll eventually have to clock in at your desk to get your work on the page (and routines are very helpful when you’ve got a specific project going) — but I find that the more I can stay in writing mode, the more easily the work happens once I do chain myself to the computer.



I’m procrastinating.

By Midge Raymond,

The other day at Pike Place Market, I saw that procrastination t-shirt – you know the one:

Top 10 Reasons to Procrastinate:
1.

…and I almost bought it. I should have.

But in the midst of all this not-writing, I’m discovering new blogs, one of which I thought I’d share: the blog of YA and short-story writer Nova Ren Suma, appropriately called “distraction no. 99,” which has a post on her favorite first lines of short stories. They’re fantastic choices – and very inspiring. Enough, in fact, to get me back to my own writing.



Yes, again…

By Midge Raymond,

I didn’t expect to read another author-caught-cheating story so soon after my last cranky blog about it (see “Not Again…” below), but I suppose by now I shouldn’t be surprised. This time it’s Conversations with God author Neale Donald Walsch, and he has plagiarized a Christmas story while “believing the story was something that had actually come from his personal experience,” according to this NY Times story.

Now, I myself have a notoriously poor memory (ask my husband, who always gets a little freaked out when I can’t remember movies we’ve seen together or articles we’ve discussed) — but even I have yet to adopt other people’s memories as my own. The Times reports: “Except for a different first paragraph in which Mr. Walsch wrote that he could ‘vividly remember’ the incident, his Dec. 28 Beliefnet post followed, virtually verbatim, Ms. Chand’s previously published writing, even down to prosaic details like ‘The morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down.’ ” Wow.

By way of apology, Walsch claims “I have told the story verbally so many times over the years that I had it memorized … and then, somewhere along the way, internalized it as my own experience.”

The true author of the story, Candy Chand, told the Times she isn’t buying it, pointing out that as the author of the Conversations with God series, Walsch should recognize that the Ten Commandments include not lying and not stealing. What’s also interesting is that Walsch’s statement to the Times — “I am chagrined and astonished that my mind could play such a trick on me” — sort of calls into question the whole premise of his bestselling works, which is that he talks to God. Or, some of his readers may begin to wonder, was his mind playing tricks on him then, too?