I’ve spent the last several years submitting to journals and contests and I’ve learned to be patient as I’ve waited the weeks and months for the results. Most of the time, I found ways to forget that work was out there to be accepted or rejected (most of the time rejected), but, lately, I’ve started having problems with the waiting. Maybe because I’m not as young as I used to be and maybe because I have a larger body of work submitted–a short story collection–for the first time, but going on with everyday life while I wait to hear the verdict has gotten harder. So in the name of creative distraction, I’ve returned to the guitar after a 20+ year sabbatical. I’ve been rediscovering songs that I loved that are even more fantastic done acoustically and one of those is “Seven Year Ache” by the ever-amazing Rosanne Cash. On this post-storm morning, I give you this:
It feels like this interview should hand in hand with the post from yesterday. Take a look and enjoy this interview with a young poetry great.
It’s been a long winter and, as you can see, a long (though not intentional) absence from the old blog here. But as the sun starts to shine again and I can hear real live birds outside my window, so does my online life return, as well. Over the past two months, I’ve had the pleasure of teaching a single fiction workshop and a one-day seminar I call “A Practical Guide to the Writer’s World,” in which I attempt to present all the many things about the “business” of writing that I had to learn on my own the hard way (and am still learning…again, the hard way). There are so many things I wish I’d known up front, though, like the fact that getting into an MFA won’t necessarily lead to quick (or any) publication, that attending that dream writer’s conference might not be the “dream” it looked to be in Poets & Writers, that a workshop may or may not yield the good advice you’d hoped it would. And there are good lessons, too, like how sweet is the friendship between writers or how satisfying it is to have a complete stranger reach out to tell you how much they enjoyed your story in XYZ Journal. And there are times, too, when the work itself is the true reward, even when not a single eye has read the words you’ve written, but there’s the hope that’s in it that pushes you on. So, in honor of my return to the world of social networking and the blogosphere, I offer the article below. Happy Spring!
So fetch me an aspirin and a bacon sandwich please, love.