Things I’d Wish I’d Known When I Was a Younger Writer
I was inspired by Susan Rich’s blog post of advice for young writers and Jim Berhle’s more humorous but equally valid post here. So I thought I’d pass on the things I wish I’d known earlier to you all. Please post your own tips you wish you’d known earlier in the comments!
–Be assertive about seeking out what you need – information, mentorship, etc. When I was in my early twenties, I was waiting for someone to tell me I was good and to tell me what to do to “make it” as a writer. But you know what? No one did. I wish I had known to go out and do more on my own. I got myself a copy of Poet’s Market when I was 19 and read every word in it and read magazines like Writer’s Digest, but other than that, I was clueless when I started out. Even when I signed up with my MA, no one really discussed stuff like how to send out work, how to get grants or fellowships, or how getting a teaching job happened. It was like this was all secret code, and you had to be a member of a secret society to get it. No one is going to hand you everything at the beginning, no matter how good a writer you might be, how nice a person, etc. If you don’t know how to write a cover letter, ask someone more experienced to show you one of their examples. If you admire a poet, write to them, tell them what they have meant to you and ask for advice or help. (You’d be surprised how many of them will respond, even if not all of them do.) If your professors haven’t really paid attention to your work, ask to meet with them after class and talk about your work and their suggestions. Or find a writing group nearby and start meeting with them. I didn’t write for a few years after my MA, because of a lack of encouragement and that feeling of being outside of a closed system, and I regret that lost time now. Don’t wait for someone to tell you you’re good enough. Go out and find the mentoring you need. Sometimes that’s not going to be grad school. It might be a local community group. The Bainbridge Island poetry group I’ve been going to for eight or nine years (or ten or eleven?) now has been much more important to my writing life than either of my graduate degrees, and that is a fact.
–You will probably not regret sacrifices you make for your writing. I had so much anxiety about the money situation. I still do. I grew up in a household with two parents who had grown up in horrible poverty, who had gotten college educations so that they could do better, and they did, but money was still always tight for us growing up. As an adult, I’ve always felt a bit behind the eight ball financially – and money for things like, say, a poetry class or a writer’s conference can seem like frivolous waste. But it is not. Spend in line with your values. You may regret buying that used car, or that house (darn Virginia money pit! Never buy a house with a well! Sorry, had a Richmond house-ownership flashback there) but you won’t regret meeting a writer you’ve always admired or learning more about the craft you really want to excel at. You will not get rich being a poet, in fact, you will probably lose money doing it, if I’m any indication. But it just might be worth it.
–Get involved. Volunteering for literary magazines and organizations gives you an inside view of how things work in the poetry world, and the perspective can do a lot for you as a writer. Those rejections – when you’re the one writing them, you learn that not every poem that gets rejected is a failure, so the writer can’t think of it that way – sometimes the poems just don’t fit a theme or they’ve already accepted a poem about crème brulee and apocalypse or the editor is in the mood for one kind of poetry versus another that day. Fund raising for literary organizations also makes you aware of the limits of audience, and the limits of interest in literature among the general populace, but also how just a few lovers of literature can make a difference. The best thing volunteering does is that it puts you in touch with other volunteers, people who value the same things you do, who believe enough in what they’re doing to do it for free.
–Be curious. The best thing I did early in my writing career was volunteer as a literary magazine reviewer for NewPages.com. They sent me literary magazines of various sorts, some new and some revered gray ladies, and every month I got a new batch, read them, and tried to point out what was unique and interesting about each. If you could force every new poet to do this, I would, because it opened up a whole new world of publishing to me. I also started writing book reviews and that keeps me reading all the time – reading poets I wouldn’t otherwise read, or find, on my own. This is the best way to find out what is going on in the contemporary poetry world – what are the people around you publishing, and why, and how?
Five Favorite Books Feature, Poetry Month, April can feel like the cruelest month
To celebrate National Poetry Month, Deb Ager of 32 Poems is featuring poets talking about five of their favorite poetry books a day every day in April. Here is the calendar:
http://www.32poems.com/blog/2286/national-poetry-month-celebration-2
My list of five books will be up on April 22nd if you’re interested. And you should be!
Is April the cruelest month?
I celebrated National Poetry Month by reading Eliot’s “The Waste Land” out loud last night to Glenn. Say what you want about Eliot, and I do, but the man could write. Then I celebrated by waking up at 2 AM with an anaphylaxis attack. I don’t think it was a result of reading The Waste Land, so let’s not blame Eliot for that. The doctors don’t know why I keep having these; I’ve restricted my diet to about fifteen “safe” foods, I’m on double-doses of antihistimines and such, but still, I just wake up covered in hives and shaking and other unpleasantness. Chronic idiopathic anaphylaxis, urticaria, and angioedema is what they call it so far. Usually a dose or two of extra Benadryl suffices (I’ve stopped going to the hospital every time; now I just call the allergist’s office and he talks me through whether or not my symptoms are under control and what else I need to take.) Still, it’s pretty exhausting, and this is the first day of class for my National Advanced Poetry class as well, which is always a whirlwind of questions and introductions and “do I really need to buy these books of poetry?” It’s funny how much MFA students of poetry hate to buy poetry.
Besides the odd allergic reactions I’m still out of commission on the walking front because of repeated injuries to my right ankle. I’d say I’m unlucky with ankles but at this point – two years of being on and off of crutches, despite religious physical therapy and that kind of thing – it goes beyond that. I really want to be walking again by my birthday at the end of the month. I’m planning to go out to look at the tulip fields in Skagit by April 30, something I really missed when I lived in California (though I did live by the rununculus fields in Carlsbad, so there were compensations.) So think good thoughts for me. Walking by my birthday! It’s a mantra!
I’ve been trying to remain fairly cheerful, through the horrible disasters and wars in the news, through the physical trials and tribulations, through rejections, through trying to set up readings for the new book and applying for grants and jobs. I really have accomplished quite a bit in the last few weeks (wrote two reviews, did a bunch of poetry subs, worked on promoting the new book, judged a high school poetry contest set of poems, did a grant proposal, etc.) so maybe my restricted walking has helped me find more time for work! Plus it has been cold and raining even more than usual here in Seattle, a postponement of the slightly sunnier April weather I’ve been hoping for – I’m always grateful to see the thermometer above 50 degrees these days!
So, readers, let’s think of cheerful April things to not only promote poetry, but promote the people and the things in the world around us that are good. Write a note to someone you love, a thank you to a former teacher who made a difference. Write a review of a book you’ve loved. Subscribe to a journal you’ve always admired. We can do what we can do, and that is enough.
April Poetry Month Giveaway and More
Yes, I’m taking part in April Big Old Poetry Giveaway! Thanks for asking and to Kelli for organizing it. I’ll be drawing a winner out of a hat on May 1, so leave a comment on this post (with contact information, including a working e-mail address) and you’ll be entered for a chance to win one of these books!
I’m giving away a copy of:
My first collection, Becoming the Villainess. Pop icons, Wonder Woman before she changed costumes, mythology, and more!
Anna Rabinowitz’s Present Tense
Apocalypse, Political Screed, Religion, History…She’s got it all wrapped up in this Omnidawn collection.
So, besides April being National Poetry Month, it is also the beginning of the class I teach at National University, the month of Seattle’s Sakura-Con and NorWesCon, (which of course include chances to get together with out-of-town friends for fun!) and various other cons in Seattle. There is literally a reading almost every day somewhere in Seattle (check out this calendar) I’m also going to be judging some local high school poetry contests (because, the children are our future, etc.) Did I mention a birthday at the end of the month as well? And I’d love to get a chance to go look at the tulips in Skagit…it’s time for at least one clone!
Why I Write About Japan, Part II with Links
My Little Brother Learns Japanese
—For Mike, Watashi wa otouto ga daisuki desu.
In college, he learns to read
right to left,
practicing with Manga,
learns Kanji picture-words:
how the word for heart
can also mean indigo blue.
He learns to conjugate
verbs with no future,
and reads poetry that does not
begin with “I.”
He learns about weather reports
of sakura zensen,
the advance of cherry-blossom fronts
and finds that falling blossoms
can also mean dead soldiers.
He knows the word for bird
by its feet, and knows
a village connects hands to trees.
Little brother is a student,
and older sister
is a woman going to the city.
He learns in Japanese fairy tales
that siblings, not spouses,
are often saviors;
the older sister brings the dead brother
back to life
over and over again.
Continued from my previous post. My little brother minored in Japanese during his study of computer science at a Cincinnati Jesuit university called Xavier University, and it was here he encountered a wonderful, enthusiastic professor named Dr. Ayako Ogawa. My brother would tell stories of how she talked about the time she kept a pet raccoon (maybe a tanuki, or a Japanese variation on the raccoon that in English translates to “raccoon dog”) or how she would spend a class explaining how to do a tea ceremony correctly or the importance of handwriting to the Japanese written language. Like my high school European History teacher who would give us excerpts of books like “Sugar and Power,” photocopy 15th century versions of “Little Red Cap,” and discuss Machiavelli’s The Prince and “Dress for Success” in the same lecture, Dr. Ayako strove to communicate to her students more than just the language; she brought in art, story, traditions like flower arrangement, all aspects of Japanese culture that might help illuminate her world for an American student. She would eventually become a family friend and we would follow her stories of adventure (even now, she is an enthusiastic traveler.) Dr. Ayako graciously read versions of “She Returns to the Floating World” and forwarded them to her husband and children as well, to get their feedback. She’s written her own book too! Here’s a brief profile of her from a Cincinnati paper.
My brother and I have lived in different states since he started college, so we often correspond about things like which anime movies he recommends and his adventures in Xiao Lin Do martial arts and Kendo practice. I started watching all of Hayao Miyzaki’s films and researching his life and work, and discovered his interest in children’s literature. I researched Japanese folk tales, especially interested in the one that helped inspire Miyazaki’s work on Nausicaa, called “The Princess Who Loved Insects.” The most fascinating discovery I made was a recurring instance of older sisters who acted as protectors and heroes to their little brothers; the only times I’ve seen that archetype in Western folk tales were in “Hansel and Gretel” – in which Gretel, not Hansel, kills the witch that holds them captive and “Jorinde and Joringel,” in which the sister struggles to free the brother from enchantment – and, of course, the complex “Snow Queen” mythology, which has a variation in which a young girl travels to free a boy who is a love interest, and ends up overthrowing the evil Snow Queen.
I started to become interested in the scholarly research on Japanese folk tales, and stumbled upon a second-hand copy of Hayao Kawai’s “The Japanese Psyche: Major Motifs in the Fairy Tales of Japan.” Similar to scholarly works I’d read on Grimms’, but with more focus on Japanese religion and Jungian psychology, it was a fascinating springboard into understanding Japanese folk tales (and had a wonderful appendix containing some folk tales I was not able to locate in English elsewhere.) I’d also begun reading Japanese fiction, such as Haruki Murakami, Osamu Dazai, and researching older books such as the Tales of Genji and The Pillow Book of Sei Shonogan. I read Roland Kelts’ Japanamerica, about the cross-cultural influence of Japanese pop on America and vice versa, with fascinating insights into anime in particular. My own writing increasingly began to reflect my research and interests, watching anime series like “Fooly Cooly” and “The Fullmetal Alchemist” and trying to learn a little Japanese so I could read some of the work in the original language. Right after “Becoming the Villainess” came out, I wrote the bulk of what became She Returns to the Floating World.
As the scope of the disaster in Japan continues to expand, I am thinking of my friends over in Toyko right now, and of the little things I can do to support them. It is easy to feel helpless an ocean away. The cherry blossoms have started to bloom. Besides Doctors Without Borders and the Red Cross, I’m looking for good suggestions as to where to direct people for donations. Northwest Medical Teams, one of my favorite local charities that sends medical teams with supplies out to places in need, has a donation page up.
More links:
Where are the Robots? The reasons robots haven’t been used at Japanese nuclear disaster sites
Japan Disaster and Anime Fans
Prairie Schooner Spring 2011
Check out the new Spring issue of Prairie Schooner, including the online version of one of my new poems from the Robot Scientist’s Daughter manuscript, “Knoxville, 1979.” (The other poem, “Foxfire Books: In Case of Emergency, Learn to Make Glass” is more apocalyptic. The whole issue is really wonderful I think.) Lesley Wheeler and Robert Wrigley are also up as featured poets.
A sad note: this was Hilda Raz’s last issue as editor of Prairie Schooner, as she is retiring.