Saturday, November 19, 2011

Best dedication ever

I'm reading Where To Start (2010 Holland Prize winner) by Samuel Stenger Renken.  His dedication is the best I've ever read:  "-For Bill Kloefkorn, who called me poet & made me believe it."

Just a couple of poems in, and I'm impressed.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Wednesday, November 09, 2011


I've reached 100,001 words on my story.  193 single spaced pages.

And I was just surprised by a turn the characters made even at this late place. 

I hope to be done the first draft in a few weeks.  Then I will let it sit, until it has sat, and then I will start revising.  Hopefully my notes I've made throughout will be useful.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Haying fork = trident

Well, that worked out well for my story!!  I love when two parts come together ever so nicely, tying plot, theme, mythology and metaphor.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The new issue of Hobble Creek Review is up, and I'm happy to say I have a poem there in the tribute to William Kloefkorn!  Go enjoy!


Saturday, October 08, 2011

long story is long

I've topped 90,000 words on my long story.  91133 to be exact.  Feel like I'm in virgin territory again, the first time since I started the story in 2004.  (see title of post)  I felt that way long ago when the story hit me, and I started writing it, and it kept going, in fits and starts, and now I can see the end.  I know mostly where it is going, mostly.  I can still be surprised with this.  A case of me sitting down, and letting it happen.  I'm just as surprised as anyone about this, the fact that it is working (mileage may vary), and that I've gotten this far.  And soon, I will begin the morning after hung over attempt at revision.  I read that analogy somewhere recently and it felt true.  Writing is the party, and the revision is the hangover the next morning.  Maybe that is where the virgin-ness feel is coming from.

Anyway, I'm glad.  I read a month or two ago, that one shouldn't be blogging as long as there is writing to be done, and again my own mileage on that theory varies, but it has kept me quieter on these fronts because of that ~~guilt~~suggestion~~not quite the right word, but hey, it worked.

I popped out another thousand tonight, so that was good too.  Dialogue writes more quickly now that I've gotten more of it written.  The words beget the words, or something.  (See how specific I can be?)  It still isn't my favorite part of writing.  I'd rather write lingering paragraphs, or a poem, or watching the story unfold, but alas, people have to speak.  A huge part of my revision will be in the second half of the book, where characters are interacting, and I will have to build the world around the written dialogue.  I have learned I can't do both together.  Different brain bits.  I also learned that if I visually imagine my characters speaking, then it works more smoothly.  Translating the visual words to the written words.

Have a great [insert word of your choice]. 

Saturday, September 03, 2011

In the poem Black People by Amiri Baraka, there is this line:

"words. The magic words are: Up against the wall motherfucker"

I found the poem in the most round about way ever. It is buried on page 9 of the Google search results for ""Black People" poem Baraka", in Google Book results.

Talk about silence.

When I read the line the first time in a post about silence, I misread them with no punctuation.

The magic words are up against the wall motherfucker.

No truer words as to writing, I gotta say.

::looks for magic words::

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

This interview is well worth reading. Robert Peake interviews Mark Burnhope. Mark has a new book out, The Snowboy. My copy should be arriving soon. After reading this interview, I find it harder to wait.

So in a way, the brothers force me back into my own birth, which had its problems. I survived, but I’m contrasting that with my child that never lived, who we saw as a ‘miracle child’ (I’d been told I was unable to father children). The brothers throw ‘me’, the begrudging survivor, ‘miracle child’, back into the dark. It’s confusing, but it’s a fever dream, so I like that.
This portion of the first half of the interview especially. For me anyway. Who gets to live and who doesn't is always striking to me. How Chance plays its role. How it moves us around and how we get moved. My son who didn't get to live, and the one who did. Twins separated. Parents separated from their child. Fairness doesn't have a role. I think Fairness ought to get to step up more often. But the oughts, the expected welcomed states, are often nought. I will find this paragraph quoted above living with me for a while. So, thank you.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Empty mantel

Working on my long story, and all the characters have come to a stopping point.  I have to get them riled up gun on a mantel or anything.  Hmm...

I do have a hearse parked so maybe that would work...

Monday, July 11, 2011

Dear Blogger:  You are not Wordpress.  Please don't try to be.  Thank you.

I wonder if I can switch the new Blogger In Draft Dashboard back.  

Sunday, June 26, 2011

the end of our elaborate plans, the end of everything that stands, the end ...

Ending a novel, aka first draft, is much harder than starting one. I'm getting to that part, the tying it all up phase, and it is much more difficult. I'm only in the beginning of the end, so I'm not worried. But this will be the first end I've written for a longer story, so I am hoping it will be satisfying.

It is still somewhat vague, but generally that is how all my writing is as I'm planning. Seat of the pants, seat in chair...

Saturday, May 07, 2011

time, time

I guess I should get back to the long story soon. 7 days post-Napo, and all... I wonder what they all have been up to. Can't wait to write it and find out.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Trapper and friends, slow going

I've found this post terribly useful. I wish I'd found it 6 years ago, but it is what it is.

I passed 70K without even noticing, so yay for that. I knew it was on the near horizon, but it slid by invisibly.

When I first started this story, I had no idea what it would be. I didn't know that I'd get stuck spending time (years!) in an endless loop of revising, so that the actual story wasn't being written. It was only in the last year or two, that I haven't worried about major revising, and that has helped me tremendously. The story needs to be written, or else it is just an unfinished draft. Since changing the strategy, things have progressed much more. I can see the end in sight. There are still a few happenings that will occur, but they are tying everything together. Or at least I hope so. That is the plan! Then on to the next draft, where I fear, and look forward to the work that will entail.