New Flash Nonfiction

Since giving birth to my daughter two and a half years ago, I’ve been constantly fascinated with the experience of motherhood–from breastfeeding to navigating bedtime routines, it’s all been a lovely, messy, mind-blowing adventure.  As such, I’ve found myself writing some short nonfiction pieces about my experiences.  My very short essay, “The Breast Crawl” was recently published in issue 240 of Crack the Spine.   It’s always gratifying to see a piece you’ve worked hard on find a home in a journal or magazine, but there’s something a little different about seeing your actual life in published form.  I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it yet, but stay tuned….

Writing and Childhood Trauma

Junot Diaz recently wrote this powerful, moving essay about his childhood experience of sexual assault. Although many writers tend to shy away from this subject, some heroes like Roxane Gay delve into it.  Male stories of sexual trauma, though, are pretty rare.  That Junot Diaz, a writer I admire, and a man, was willing to come out in this essay seems pretty important to me.

Mediocrity and Other Realities of the Writing Life

If given the choice, would you rather a reader hate your story or feel indifferent about it? Most writers would choose the former, hands down. A hated story, at least, sticks with the reader (whether they want it to or not.) A mediocre story, on the other hand, barely registers as more than a mild annoyance.

In most cases, mediocre stories are those that have not been fully rendered.  Perhaps the author did several rounds of iterative revision, but still couldn’t find the key to unlock the story’s full potential.  Most mediocre stories can be fixed, but some can’t.  So how do you determine whether to toss your mediocre story into the trunk or give it another go?

Asking yourself some tough questions can help you make the decision. First, do you care? Some stories lose resonance as we get older. If that’s the case, stick it in the archive, or maybe, send it to Moonglasses Magazine’s “What We Wrote When We Had Acne” category. Second, what are you going for with the story? Clearly articulating your vision for a story is a good way to troubleshoot mediocrity. Once you’ve done that, go through the story and see which parts conform to that vision, and which don’t. Do a couple of rounds of revision and see where you are. Finally, put the story down for a while–at least a month and more if you can stand it. When you pick it up again and read it with fresh eyes, what do you see? Anything worth salvaging? If not, this would be a good time to retire the piece. Or completely refurbish it. Sometimes a mediocre story can be gutted and reworked into something brilliant.

Three Minute Fiction Slam

Writers cut their teeth on local open mics and slam competitions.  Because writing is such a solitary activity, and because opportunities to share one’s work publicly are few and far between, these local platforms are invaluable to writers.  The New Hampshire Writer’s Project sponsors an annual Three Minute Fiction Slam.  The slam is “a fast paced literary competition that challenges writers to perform original pieces of fiction in three minutes or less in front of a panel of judges.”  It’s open to writers of all ages and experience-levels, which generates a diverse array of pieces.  Several semi-final Slams are held all across New Hampshire.  The winner of each semi-final competes at the finals in March.

In 2015, I won the Slam with my short story “Street Names.”  The experience was terrifying and exhilarating.  I spent several weeks reading and revising my story obsessively.  I pained over each word and sentence.  Ultimately, I took a mediocre 1,500 word piece, and turned it into a sleek 532 word story that I was really proud of.  The best part of the whole experience was being able to share my work with a live audience that reacted audibly to my piece (as you’ll hear in the video.)  I published my story at Hobart, a pretty excellent online literary journal.

This year, I collaborated with the English department at my institution, and we held a Three Minute Fiction Slam semi-final.  I am looking forward to watching the winner of the slam, one of our creative writing majors, compete at the finals next week.

I’m Back!

I suppose every blogger has an obligatory, “It’s been so long since I’ve blogged” post.  Here’s mine.  Except instead of six months or even a year, it has been over three.  Why?  Lots of reasons, the most significant of which is the birth of my daughter.  She is now a little over two, though, so it’s time to get back into writerly things in earnest.

So, what have I been up to besides working and being a mom?  I did have a bit of an existential crisis.  I did wonder if my writing was any good at all.  I did contemplate putting down the (figurative) pen forever.  But, alas, I pushed through.  I came out of it a better writer, too.

I’ve been working on some new/old pieces, pieces that I wrote fifteen years ago and am currently refurbishing, hoping to get them ready for public consumption.  I also have a couple of new projects in the works.  In the meantime, I am writing every day, and checking my Submittable account obsessively to see if any “Received” statuses have changed to “In Progress.”

I am also reading like crazy.  I’ve given up Facebook scrolling in pursuit of more useful and pleasant activities.  I’ve discovered a couple of new (to me) lit mags, like Literary Juice, and Moonglasses Magazine.

I’m taking a different approach to this blog, too.  Part of what kept me away was this feeling of pressure, this feeling that I had to write something really interesting or clever in order to post it to my blog.  Maybe it’s the effect of two years of being a mom, or the fact that I’m turning 40 in less than a week, but these days I have a much more “come as you are” attitude.  So you’ll be seeing more posts like this, just me doing my thing.

Stay tuned for more metawriting! I promise.

Review: Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of PilgrimageColorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I’m a total Murakami fangirl, so I was thrilled to finally get the chance to read this. This book is more straightforward than his dreamy, magical novels (Wind-up Bird Chronicle; Wild Sheep Chase.) In Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki, Murakami only alludes to the parallel words that he foregrounds in 1Q84, but these allusions add a lot of texture and depth to the main story. Tsukuru is a typical Murakami male protagonist–a bit of a passive wanderer who just happens to find himself in a life that is, on the one hand, extremely normal, but on the other hand, a bit of a mystery.  Tsukuru, along with his five colorful friends, and his love interest, Sara, are all compelling, and I was happy, as usual, to go along for the ride and watch things unfold.

My only reservation about this novel is that some of the interactions between Tsukuru and the others feel a bit stilted at times. For example, the phrase “she narrowed her eyes at him” was used again and again, but it did not convey the proper emotion of the scene–it was less that she was upset or angry, and more that she was thinking hard or being playful. It seemed a lazy usage. I wondered if these were some choices made by the translator that just didn’t work for me.

That being said, this novel is well worth reading. Murakami lovers and those new to his works will find a lot to appreciate.

Review: Enon by Paul Harding

EnonEnon by Paul Harding

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

According to Paul Harding, he wrote Enon by listening quietly and waiting for Charlie to tell his story, one sentence at a time. This is apparent from reading the novel. The story unfolds organically, and there is nothing plotted or contrived about it. Nothing reads like filler or transition. It’s all movement. This creates a strong sense of intimacy between the reader and the narrator–you never feel Charlie knows anything you don’t know, or that he’s holding back.

Harding’s exploration of addiction is resonant and multi-dimensional. On the one hand, he is very matter-of-fact about Charlie’s addictive, destructive behavior, almost in the style of Denis Johnson. Yet, Harding weaves in existential introspection, memories of his daughter and his own childhood, along with otherworldly meta-narratives. There are so many layers to Charlie’s experience and to my experience reading this novel.

This book did not make me cry; it was more of a punch in the gut. The pain is psychic and visceral. It brings to mind a lyric from Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” (although I hear Jeff Buckley singing it in my head):

“Love is not a victory march/It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.”