“The Writer is Lost”
First of all, the serious novelist can seldom punch straight through, write from beginning to end, knock off a quick revision, and sell his book. The idea he's developing is too large for that, contains too many unmanageable elements--too many characters... too many scenes... too many moments... He may work for weeks, even months, without losing his focus and falling into confusion, but sooner or later--at least in my experience--the writer comes to the realization that he's lost.
John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist
"The Writer's Nature, Part IV," Page 64
I have been writing a novel for the past eight weeks or so--maybe more like six--and three weeks ago, after my novel-fragment appeared in KU's MFA workshop, I became hopelessly lost. This loss of focus occurred around the same time my students' papers were due and around the time I was conferencing with those students. I was putting in an extra 13.6 hours a week on teaching. The novel, as it stands, is something like 14,397 words long. 51 pages, give or take, and I anticipate the final product being upwards of 60,000 words (between 200 and 250 pages long).
By the time I figured out where the narrative needed to go and what needed to be done with the writing--Thursday last week--I was kind of a mess. I needed a friend to tell me it was going to be all right. Luckily, my wife is supportive of my projects. She always helps me keep things in perspective.
I'd also been thinking a lot about the ghosts of writers, the "refined and distilled spirit" of a writer that Wallace Stegner talks about in On Teaching and Writing Fiction, and I wanted to talk to another writer by reading his or her books and hearing, from the mouth of a professional, that these things I was going through are normal. At the same time, I was wondering, with a sort of detached bemusement, why the hell I even came to an MFA program at all if what I really wanted was time to write. I chose KU's MFA because I was promised the chance to write, write, and write more; I have no interest in being a professional teacher, which, up to this point, is mostly what I've been studying.
And I thought, Wait a minute--where have I heard those things before? And then it hit me--I needed to commune with the refined and distilled spirit of John Gardner.
I picked up On Becoming a Novelist that day. Rather than tear apart and fix my novel, I needed to get my head on straight.
During my last years in college, my adviser--he was just an acquaintance at the time, a novelist from the Iowa Writers' Workshop--recommended Gardner's books to me. Talking with Gardner, the older, experienced critic and author, gave me insight into fiction. His books helped me make the first leap from bumbling amateur to a professional--if somewhat inexperienced--freelance writer. Somewhere in his books, I remembered, I had decided I wanted to become a novelist.
Probably it was in the "Preface," which detailed a strange issue "young novelists" face, one I hadn't thought of (but one I was dealing with at the time; am still dealing with, if you want to know the truth).
The young man or woman who announces an intention of becoming an M.D. or an electrical engineer or a forest ranger is not immediately bombarded with well-meant explanations of why the ambition is impractical, out of reach, a waste of time and intelligence. ... And the discouragement offered by other human beings is the least of it. Writing a novel takes an immense amount of time... The writer asks himself day after day, year after year, if he's fooling himself, asks why people write novels anyhow... Almost no one mentions that for a certain kind of person nothing is more joyful or satisfying than the life of a novelist... More people fail at becoming successful businessmen than fail at becoming artists.
John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist,
"Preface," Page xxiii - xxv
So, if you're wondering what's normal for a novelist, or for a writer, and you need some words of encouragement, you can't do better than the reassuring tone of Gardner, whose literary-firebrand-and-trouble-magnet reputation doesn't detract from his fierce, protective tone when he talks about the young novelists he taught in life--and that he continues to teach today.
The question one asks of the young writer who wants to know if he's got what it takes is this: "Is writing novels what you want to do? Really want to do?"
If the young writer answers, "Yes," then all one can say is: Do it. In fact, he will anyway.
John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist,
"The Writer's Nature, Part V," Page 72
Dueling Typewriters
Lawrence, KS - This November, in the midst of National Novel Writing Month, champions* of literacy in Kansas, the almost-but-not-quite-fabled Bathtub Writers' Collective, will stand up for their literacy initiatives... by sitting down
at an antique typewriter.
The Dueling Typewriters 2009 Charity Write-Off will benefit Bathtub's programs for Lawrence and Kansas communities, especially our version of Writers in the Schools (WITS). The grueling competition will pit man and woman and machine against one another in what can only be described as a life-threatening and irresponsible spectacle.
Also, since this will be November, and the duel will be held outdoors, it will probably be very, very cold. Medical professionals may or may not be standing by to offer encouraging words, to mix up hot chocolate, and to check the writers for signs of Sudden Onset Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (SOCTS). Not to mention frostbite.
If you'd like to participate in Dueling Typewriters 2009, or if you'd like to sponsor your favorite wordslinger or wordsmith or some such thing, contact Benjamin D. Cartwright immediately. You may also email the collective at bkswriters@gmail.com.
*We use the term 'champions' loosely and metaphorically in this sentence.
Measurements of Time
Our ability to measure and apportion time affords an almost endless source of comfort.
-Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road, Page 225
I love the short, bizarre chapter in Revolutionary Road that opens with the sentence above. Especially the way the old man, who can't remember the date of his wife's death, and who, momentarily disoriented, panics when he feels the encroaching presence of infinity. "But soon the merciful valves and switches of his brain begin to do their tired work," Ford writes, "and 'The Spring of Nineteen-Ought-Six,' he is able to say. 'Or no, wait -- ' and his blood runs cold again as the galaxies revolve. 'Wait! Nineteen-Ought -- Four.'
Food for thought.
Moon City Review is Released
Yesterday I received my copy of The Moon City Review 2009. I have to say I'm impressed and I didn't know if I would be. I'm especially in love with the photography and the quality of the text from world famous authors: Julie Blackmon, Ted Kooser, Burton Raffel, Miller Williams, Michael Czyniejewski, John Dufresne, and Kevin Brockmeier. The journal is a slick re-entry into the world of publishing for the Missouri State English Department, which has struggled to compete with other literary journals on a national scale. The Ozarks has a rich history of art, writing, and culture. I'm glad someone has decided to showcase it.
You can order the anthology in my store by clicking here. My story "The Lexicon of the Sword" appears on page 104.
If you're interested in submitting your work for the next MCR -- that's 2010 -- then click over to the official MCR page and check out the call for speculative fiction submissions.
Kansas Bathtub Writers’ Collective
Are you a writer in Kansas? A writer who loves Kansas? And do you feel lonely? Drift aimlessly no more -- the Kansas Bathtub is the place for you. Begun by students at the University of Kansas, especially the M.F.A. and Ph.D. in Creative Writing programs, the Bathtub collective is a group of writers who just want to have fun and write well. We gather at least every two weeks to talk about writing, organize community programs like Writers in the Schools, and to eat good food and drink good drinks.
If you're interested in the collective, which is not officially part of KU in any way, you can find out more about them by clicking over to KansasBathtub.org.
Preorder the MCR 2009
The Moon City Review is back. Reformatted as an anthology, this 2009 edition features the invited work of nationally renowned authors. It also publishes unknown authors; I am one of those writers. My short story "The Lexicon of the Sword" will appear in MCR this August. Click on the link above to preorder it today from my Amazon store.
MCR 2009 also
includes poetry and fiction by Burton Raffel; poetry by Ted Kooser,
Miller Williams, Marcus Cafagña, and Michael Burns; fiction (and an
interview) by Kevin Brockmeier; short fiction by John Dufresne and
Michael Cyzniejewski; and criticism by Billy Clem. A special section,
"Archival Treasures," features original and unknown work by Rose
O'Neill, arguably the Ozarks' most famous graphic artist.
San Francisco Writers’ Grotto
Two weeks ago, while on business in San Francisco, I took time off from my research to attend the San Francisco Writers' Grotto sampler course in Personal Essay and Memoir writing. The class, taught by Linda Fraser, was an excellent taste of San Francisco's literary scene.
For those who want to write professionally, I would recommend you seek out writers like those who populate the Grotto: professional writers, or, that is to say, practicing writers. By the same token, many universities have practicing writers in residence. Nothing offers practice in writing like the writing-intensive courses in an MFA. However you get it, from an MFA or from a Grotto-like community, advice from real writers publishing regularly is invaluable to the up-and-coming writer. Don't think you can go it alone. As always, the best way to get good advice is to be quiet and to listen.
If anyone is interested in the Grotto's classes, you can find a schedule of Fall classes online here.
The University of Kansas
Since I last wrote something here, in April 2009, much has come to pass. I decided to accept an instructor position at KU. The job will pay for my tuition and will also afford me a (modest) stipend. This is the best way to get an MFA and a PhD. My wife, Sarah, landed a wonderful job close by where we live. She's making more money and she's excited about her new job: marketing shoes.
Besides moving, and our wedding and honeymoon, I spent a lot of time with my father pulling up the carpet and laying down hardwood in our new house. My dad has been indispensable this summer; he knows how to do so much. And now, thanks to his hard work, the house is almost finished. All that remains is the odd job here and there.
I spent two weeks in San Francisco in July. Researching, walking around, absorbing the city. I'm planning to redraft some old stories set in the city by the bay soon. In the meantime, my short story "The Lexicon of the Sword" will appear in the upcoming Moon City Review 2009, which will be an anthology with award-winning and nationally-recognized authors in it. Reports of Updike letters showing up in those pages, though, were premature: Although MSU has the letters, Updike's estate is greatly restricting publishing permissions. From what I hear, Updike himself expected as much, but it means that what will appear in the book is a scholarly article dealing with the substance of the letters, not the letters themselves.
In other news, I will be participating in a panel discussion in the Association of Writers and Writing Programs (AWP) Conference in April 2010. The panel, which includes Brian Shawver, D. Gilson, Jane Hoogestraat, and Linda Moser, will deal with the issue of standardizing a creative writing course curriculum. The conference will be in Denver, Colorado, and the keynote address will be given by Michael Chabon.
Now that I'm settled down, the wedding, honeymoon, and move are over, I'll try to keep up more with this blog.
The Premiere of Grigori Efimovich
Andrew Paul Jackson's Grigori Efimovich: The Memory of Liars
premieres this month at the Boston Conservatory in Massachusetts. The
one-act opera, on which I served as librettist, details the shaky
connections between Felix Yusupov, a bumbling traitor to Russia's last
Tsar, and his co-conspirators in the death of Rasputin. The monk from
Siberia, Grigori Efimovich, has been called a sexual deviant, the devil
incarnate, and the downfall of imperialist Russia. He was also a
father, a mystic, and the beloved guardian of Alexei, the Tsarevich, a
sickly boy and the heir to the throne of the Russian Empire
The story of Rasputin's death achieved near-mythic status because,
in part, of Yusupov's Gothic-Horror account of the murder. Yusupov's
word is not to be trusted; the memory of liars is a flexible thing.
Based in part on the scholarship of Andrew Cook (To Kill Rasputin),
the opera attempts to detail the murder's participants -- including
Rasputin himself -- as historical men who lived and died at the onset
of the twentieth century. As opposed to caricatures, that is. If you're
in Boston, and interested to see the opera, please be advised that
seating is limited. The curtains go up Tuesday, April 28th, at 9 pm in
Senlly Hall.

