Writing Group

My friend Meg is starting up a writing group.  The first meeting is next Thursday at 8:00pm at Diesel Cafe in Somerville, MA.  So far only three of us but I’m excited since I don’t know many other writers and the ones that I do are mostly located far away from me (Paris, Madrid, Montpelier, New York City).  I haven’t met the other girl yet but Meg is delightful and a wonderful poet who I’d love to spend time exchanging ideas with.  Having new people look at my work might be inspiring.  Besides, I need to get out more - I’m much too introverted for my own good.

Published in: on June 18, 2008 at 4:29 pm Comments (2)

My Workspace

It has occurred to me that I haven’t posted here in a LONG time. Since I don’t have many updates to give about my writing (it’s going slowly and the rejections keep coming) I’ve decided to post a picture of my writing space:

My Workspace

I took this picture right after cleaning off my workspace.  It usually doesn’t look that pristine. That lace thing on the right-hand side of the picture is a window with a view of a tiny bit of lawn, a stone wall, and our neighbor’s house. The “Someday They’ll Be Sorry” wall is a collage of all of the rejection letters I’ve received. I’m beginning to think making that collage was a stroke of brilliance because posting my rejections has become a very cathartic action for me. It’s almost exciting to see so many up there because it’s proof that I’m a real writer (only real writers get rejection letters, right?). The bulletin board contains important notices, online passwords, business cards, and random fun things like a fake rose from my friend Kim and the hot pink bracelet one of the kids at work made for me. The poster above the bulletin board is the Ten Commandments. The computer is my dad’s old computer that he gave to us for free when he upgraded. The speakers, mouse and printer are all Ren’s. You can’t see under the desk but there are two file boxes - one for my writing and one for everything else I need to file. The rest of the room is Ren’s art studio so it’s filled floor-to-ceiling with his works-in-progress:

Corner

Published in: on June 16, 2008 at 6:19 pm Comments (2)

Success!

I got published!!!

Or rather, I will be published as of July/August by Agenda Poetry (http://www.agendapoetry.co.uk/). I just got an email from the editor accepting two of my poems (Ghost and Ocean) for their online broadsheet for younger poets and artists. Hoorah!

I’m extra-excited about this because Ocean is one of the poems I was pretty much convinced I wouldn’t get published. It’s a 3-page poem and long poems aren’t very popular right now. Also, when I was editing my Senior Project, Carolyn Forché told me she disliked the formatting of the piece as a whole. I disagreed with her and kept my formatting as is, but I’ve been a little nervous about it since then.

Published in: on May 4, 2008 at 1:34 pm Comments (12)

Post Office Problems

The U.S. Post Office has decided to increase the pricing on its stamps: http://www.usps.com/prices/

This makes me extremely unhappy. Why? Because I’m nervous that all of the SASEs that I sent out will no longer work since the postage will be wrong! I’m scared that I might not hear back from the journals I sent poems out to, since the postage I put on the stamps will no longer be sufficient for them to mail back their replies. What I don’t get this: Why doesn’t the Post Office make all of their stamps “Forever” stamps (the kind that carry over during the price increases)? It’s not like they’re getting a bigger profit on those stamps - they cost the same amount as regular stamps. It makes no sense to me. But the bigger issue is this: because of a one penny increase in stamp prices I might not hear back about my poems. Not cool. Not cool at all.

Published in: on May 1, 2008 at 1:53 am Comments (0)

Waiting is Wearisome

It takes SO LONG to hear back from poetry journals!  I sent out poems on March 1st and still haven’t heard from the majority of them.  I wouldn’t mind that so much if they allowed simultaneous submissions but many of the better journals don’t which means I end up waiting for months to hear back about the poems before I’m able to send them anywhere else.  It could take years to get a single poem published at this rate even if it was the best poem in the world since I’m assuming it takes a minimum of 3-5 attempts before one of the journals decides to publish it and each attempt ties the poem up for 4-6 months.  Ugh!  Also, I’m anxious about several journals which have rejected only some of the poems I sent them (and therefore they haven’t rejected the others - at least not yet).  This is how I always felt with violin auditions when I was younger, except that there was always a definitive date when they got back to you so the anxiety was less generalized.  Grrrrrrrrr…

Published in: on April 29, 2008 at 11:28 pm Comments (5)

Someday They’ll Be Sorry…

Poetry journals that have rejected me so far:

Poetry

Brilliant Corners

West Branch

The American Poetry Review

Poetry journals I’m still waiting to hear back from:

War, Literature and the Arts

American Literary Review

Poesy

Relief

Image

Artful Dodge

Ascent

Cimarron Review

Fence

I know for a fact that I’ve passed the first review at two of these places because they have online tracking. Also, some of these journals are almost a month late getting back to me, which I’m choosing to take as a good sign. My goal is to send out the next round of applications by the end of next week. I’m very glad I made a spreadsheet to keep track of this.

Note to aspiring poets: MAKE A SPREADSHEET TO TRACK YOUR SUBMISSIONS!  That way you’ll be able to navigate the craziness with minimal pain.

Also, my goal for the remainder of April is to work on one of my fiction projects for at least half an hour every day.  Baby steps…

Published in: on April 24, 2008 at 12:59 am Comments (0)

Inspiration Strikes Back

Finally!  I’m in Florida with my boyfriend and his family for Passover.  It’s my first break from work since I got promoted and I didn’t realize until now how thoroughly my stress level was affecting my writing (and everything else).  My life had gotten so crazy that I wasn’t even dreaming at night.  Now that I’ve had two days off in a row I’ve started dreaming again, andof course I’ve launched myself back into writing. 

I’m working on a short story that’s expanding so rapidly I’m worried it’ll turn into another novel.  I don’t know if I can afford to be working on three novels at once!  This was supposed to be a crazy detour to circumvent writer’s block and now it’s turning into a frightening monstrosity.  The story is set in a Christian nation-state with gender outlaws, a reincarnated diety, an underground network of vampires, and a werewolf FBI agent.  I’m a little worried that everyone who reads this will assume I’m on drugs.  For the record, the only thing I’m addicted to is chocolate.

I’m also trying to talk my boyfriend into helping me create tranny greating cards.  These would commemorate trans* milestones such as starting hormones, having surgery, changing your name, and changing your pronouns.  I’m sure people would buy them.

And on a less inspiring note, I’ve started getting back rejection letters from the poetry journals where I sent my work.  I’m looking at it in a positive light, though, and am getting ready to send my poems off to my second tier of journals.  I WILL get published!

Published in: on April 19, 2008 at 6:00 pm Comments (3)

Dry Spell

How come?  I got promoted at work and I’ve been trying to expand/rekindle my social life.  Unfortunately the combination of the two means that I have next to no time for writing.  And of course, when I do have time I’m so tired I just go to bed (we’re talking earlier than 8:00pm, which is kind of ludicrous).  Hopefully things will calm down by next weekend so I can get in some writing during my weekend off.  I need to push myself so I start writing every day because, at this rate, my novel is never going to be finished.

Published in: on March 21, 2008 at 6:40 pm Comments (7)

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There are few things on earth that irk me more than leetspeak (aka “1337″ aka they style of typing I just used in the title to this post). My partner Ren says that this form of typing began because people did not want what they were typing to end up in search engines. That’s all well and good - I mean, with Google becoming more ubiquitous I’m sure everyone would like a little more Internet anonymity. I still fondly remember the early days of the Internet when I used leetspeak to type things my parents couldn’t read (muahaha). BUT people aren’t really using leetspeak as a code anymore since everyone gets it now (even my Internet-challenged parents). Now people use it because…? Who knows! There’s no point now. The point is gone. Which means that if you’re typing in leetspeak you’re behind the times and you need to grow a brain and get with the program. Or, if you insist on typing in 1337, do it with intention. Go and visit this website or this website so you know the history of your language.

Also, if you’re already fluent, you can search Google in leetspeak here and if, like my parents, you’re lost and want a translator go here.

Side note: Ren thinks I should delve deeper to discover the reasons I hate leetspeak so much. I don’t have to delve because I already know why I hate it. I hate leetspeak because I’m a grammar snob and I view it as a bastardization of the beautifully pure English language (or something like that). Actually, I find leetspeak kind of interesting. It’s just that it really annoys me that so many people do this for no reason and seem to think it makes them cool.

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Translation: All comments to this post must be in leetspeak or I will delete them!

Published in: on March 11, 2008 at 2:22 am Comments (5)

Dreaming the Apocalypse

I’m thinking I should compile my short stories into a book titled Dreaming the Apocalypse, since the eco-crash, the apocalypse, the complete breakdown of government, etc. is a theme that seems to run through all of them. I base my stories on actual dreams I’ve had. Right now I’m working on four:

#1 - This takes place after the world collapses from war and environmental ruin. The main character has lived his whole life on a mostly self-sustaining kibbutz started by a group of people who somehow managed to avoid radiation poisoning. The members are barely surviving because the food supply is short - the seeds etc. have been exposed to radiation so the success rate of crops is incredibly small. The rules of the kibbutz include discarding members (including newborns) who show signs of radiation poisoning and -  since almost all children are born horribly disfigured and are therefore discarded - the population of the kibbutz is declining . Occasionally, the kibbutz docks to pick up supplies from the few existing human colonies. The members must wear gas masks, hazmat suits etc. to disembark. The main character, who has grown up on the kibbutz, goes on his first mission. He disembarks at the “Great Tree Forest” which is an abandoned playground with three withered pine trees - the only trees in the world that survived the collapse. There is a line of pilgrims there that stretches for miles. People from around the globe have walked there to pray and breathe the air by the trees, which is thought to have curative powers. It is here that the main character comes face to face with the reality of the rest of the world. He makes a startling decision about the course of his life, which I can’t tell you because it would ruin the story.

#2 - Organic crops and homeopathic remedies and those who grew them were been eradicated in the great witch hunts of the 2030s. The main character works in a big government-funded hospital/lab under the direction of high-up government officials where he fills pill complacency capsules for a living (these capsules are fed to the poor and “insane” each morning to sedate them and prevent revolt - his particular facility supplies capsules for political prisoners of the witch hunts). Each morning at 6am the government inspects the labs. As soon as they leave, the main character clears off the counters and opens trap door panels in the floors and ceilings, taking out rows upon rows of plants. He takes out juicers and pumice stones, switches the light bulbs to full-spectrum bulbs, and goes to work making herbal remedies for various ailments and filling the complacency capsules with sugar so that the revolution will stay alive. By 7am the mailman comes with smuggled packets of organic seeds and they load the truck with organic remedies to distribute to the sick. At 5pm the nurses come for the capsules to go to the prison and the main character hands over the sugar pill capsules instead. He then works into the night, falling asleep on a cot in the lab and waking at 4am to turn the lab back to its original state for the next morning’s inspection. Of course, this sort of deception can only work for so long…

#3 - The U.S. government has begun the final portion of its “Christian Nation” project - eliminating the queers, Jews, Muslims, and other non-Christians by mass extermination.  The extermination is set to occur on September 11, the date the government claims the nation was threatened by all who did not follow their God. The queers and non-Christians with resources have fled the country, but the poor have been left behind to go into hiding or make one last desperate attempt to flee. The main character and his partner are leaders of the resistance and they have heard of the plan and alerted the masses.  Unfortunately, one of the resistance members tipped the government off so they began the extermination a day early. The extermination begins.  Riots break out and people are fleeing everywhere in chaos. There is a man with a werewolf sent to track down the main character, his partner, and their two children. The government has ordered that none of the “infidels” should be allowed to live.  What will happen next?  You’ll have to wait for me to write it.

#4 - Genetic engineering of designer babies was approved about ten years ago and wealthy white parents began signing up to receive their perfect brilliant blond-haired blue-eyed babies. But there’s a problem: the gene manipulation and splicing has created children who are both psychic and extremely mentally unstable. The government banned human genetic engineering, rounded up all of the genetically-engineered children, and removed them from the public. They planned to kill them, but a group of vegans and well-meaning housewives led a series of successful protests and stopped the killing. The children are now housed in a facility in Alaska, miles from the nearest town. The main character is a child care worker in the facility. The children are kept one on one with a staff (or one on two or three for the larger and more dangerous children) and are monitored at all times and subdued with drugs and tasers. One evening, when the main character is at work, there is an explosion in the facility. Evacuation procedure is to lock the children securely in their cells and then evacuate the building without them, but the main character doesn’t have the heart to do it. He is about to exit with his assigned child when he looks outside and notices that there are armed tanks and snipers poised at the exits shooting down everyone attempting to leave. There are helicopters in the air. The government has decided to destroy the facility and all those inside it so they can cover up the extermination as a gas tank explosion. The main character decides to take the child he is with and escape.

Published in: on March 7, 2008 at 4:30 pm Comments (4)