Ten Days in a Writerly Life

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These past few days feel almost as though I have been trying to squeeze my whole writing career into them. The ups and downs, the good stuff, the bad stuff. The writing itself.

I am writing. And that’s a good thing. No small feat when the teaching gets busy, and when the meetings run thick. Still, I slog along with the novel, nearing (I think) the end of the first full draft (that includes lots of little drafts, some chapters and pages gone over dozens of times already.) A little taste of the chapter I have just—in these past ten days—completed:

“Is it ever a good thing when your doorbell rings in the dark first hours of morning? Good news rarely comes this way, long before dawn, unexpected and unannounced. And so when Bud and Rebecca and the youngest girls heard first the chime and then the pounding and woke in the cold, powerless house, they sat up in their beds and huddled under their blankets for a minute, blinking in the gray, their breath making ghosts in the space before them.”

I am submitting. And in the past week, I have been receiving rejections. Five of them. Mostly forms. But this one that I will qualify as a “good” rejection:  “Please know, however, that we read this submission with more than the casual amount of interest; your work in some way distinguished itself from many of our other submissions.” This might be a form rejection, too, maybe just an upper tier form; if you have received this form as well, please don’t tell me. I want to believe it was meant for me and me alone. That it is specifically my work that distinguished itself. A little something to cling to.

And an acceptance and immediate publication. A little piece called “No Worries” on a site called 1000 Words. You can read it if you like.

A publication in Hypertext Magazine, one of my favorite on-line journals, in their Love Bites issue. A lot of good response to this, and I appreciate that. Here it is: There is a Light That Never Goes Out.

IMAG1457A contributor’s copy of a new text book (Culture: A Reader for Writers published by Oxford University Press) I have an essay in arrived in the mail this week.IMAG1458

 

A book club invitation where some people liked The Temple of Air, and some people hated it. The haters were the more vocal group. Ouch.

But back to the writing table I go. Why? Perhaps this: besides Philip and the cats, my writing brings me greater joy than anything else I know. Even when it disappoints me, even when it makes me ache.

To paraphrase James Dickey: a writer is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning.

Over these last ten days, there’s been rain. And a little lightning.

→As always, dear friends, thanks for reading! -PMc←

 

In Brief Memory of Saul Bellow ~ View From the Keyboard

Saul Bellow (June 10, 1915 - April 5, 2005)

Saul Bellow was born 96 years ago today and in celebration of the anniversary of his birth, a few bits of wisdom from the writer (and reader) himself:

“I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.”

“A man is only as good as what he loves.”

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”

“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.”

“A writer is a reader moved to emulation.”

“I’ve discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, ‘To hell with you.’”

 

Want to share your own View From the Keyboard? Guidelines at right. -PMc←