Today I read the poem "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden (yeah we share a surname, but no relation. I wish!) and it made me think of a piece I drafted last week, an essay about my mother. Part of it is angry and part of it is understanding. The older I get, the more I understand her as a woman, as a wife and mother, as a human being trying to navigate her life. There is some bitterness in me still, which I did not recognize until fairly recently and that I need to releas
This past Sunday, there was a cool seminar from Corporeal Writing called "Unlikeable on Purpose." I knew I wanted to sign up based on its description: "Underneath the chatter and hum from the market and readers about how much trouble they have with unlikeable characters lies a different truism: unlikeable characters are punk rock. They are qualitatively different from antagonists or villains, because face it: they are us. Unlikeable characters don't need you to like th
“When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.” ― Kurt Vonnegut The act of writing is not always like this for me, but from time to time I become so stuck that I'm rendered impuissant. I had to submit a piece for an anthology and for a while I couldn't produce anything at all, and then what I did write was total shit. Eventually I re-worked it into something mildly satisfying but this essay was a real struggle.
On another note, there seems to
I was skimming my list of quotes that I like and these happened to be on the same page though Wharton was near the top, Waheed the very last one. Since I came across them both in the same evening, I decided to list the pair: "It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes." -Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence (Good book, by the way. Though I disliked the ending) "I have never seen a more beautiful dawn than when you open your eyes." -Nayyirah Waheed
I knew of Sam Shepard as an actor. It was only recently that I learned that he was also a talented writer in his own right. I was listening to another author speak and she mentioned how he had dictated his final novel into a tape recorder as he was deteriorating from ALS. And I learned only today that he later dictated to people around him. I can't imagine the level of dedication to a project that would give me the willpower to carry out such a task. It is amazing. He is not
I've asked myself this question several times, and in the past few months I've been asked this on a couple of occasions. in the past year. The first thing that comes to mind is getting a byline in the New York Times. I've been dreaming of that day for a long time. I believe it is possible with hard work, persistence, improvement and a damn good idea. I have other goals though that are even larger. So perhaps after the NYT, the excitement and pride in my achievement will wear