Saturday, April 16, 2016

Writers’ Roundtable

  1. Welcome
  2. News and Jabber
    1. The Current Assignment

  3. The Next Assignment
    1. Based upon the rest of the meeting and the assignment results
    2. Failing anything else, share a list of the tools you use; software, hardware, schedules, online, offline; and the tricks you use to save time.
  4. Next Meeting
    1. May 7, 2016
      1. Would anyone like to make it every other week, thereby getting in one or two more meetings?
  5. Other Notes
Excerpt: 'The Memoir Project'
MARION ROACH SMITH
Flannery O'Connor said that anyone who survives childhood has enough material to write for the rest of her life. She's right. Writing about yourself and your crazy (or not-so-crazy) family can be the big vein, if you're ready. But if you're not, it's the brick wall. Indeed, the single biggest reason for not being prepared to write what you know is not knowing how to dig among your stuff to get what you need. So let's see if we can correct that.
In any decent game of chance, you must be present to win. That's also true with writing what you know, where paying attention is the skill you need to succeed. What you pay attention to is detail, and that skill is like sorting jewelry: Get a good loupe, learn to focus it, and then scramble amid your dazzling, jagged facets for only those few pieces that need apply.
What Ernest Hemingway taught us in the last century still gives good weight: What you leave out of the story is perhaps more important than what you put in. It does me no good to know someone's height, weight, and eye color, if those details do not drive your story forward. No matter what the level of general writing experience students have, when new to memoir, writers tend to relate when they were born, what someone else looks like, or the exact years during which they attended elementary school. Writing memoir does require including accurate facts, but writing good memoir requires more than that, and it begins with paying a particular sort of attention.
William Maxwell, the fiction editor of the New Yorker for more than forty years — he edited John Updike and John O'Hara and John Cheever — was a marvelous fiction and nonfiction writer in his own right. He believed that to write, all you need is to remember the slam of your childhood home's screen door. He's right, too, because you have what you need to write what you know. Just like Dorothy's ruby-​red shoes, you've had it on you all the time. It's what you've been doing with those details that's the problem, if you've either done nothing, have been wasting precious time on mere exercises, or are under the mistaken belief that anyone might eagerly slog through pages of facts about your life.
To transpose your life's details into real content — to write with intent — I'd add to the Flannery-​Ernest-​William adages that you must be hospitable. I have only one maxim in my office, on a little index card. It reads, "Be hospitable." And it has been there through four books, countless magazine pieces, radio essays, blog posts, and op-eds.
I've read that the great screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky kept a little nudge on his desk that said, "He gets it," and I understand how that could be the sole encouragement a screenwriter might need. In any good movie, someone has to change and be transformed. He will reach some transcendence, no matter how small. To do so, the protagonist must "get" the idea in play. For you to get the idea of writing memoir with intent, I suggest you be hospitable, though it's harder than it sounds.
The Way You Wear Your Hat, The Way You Sip Your Tea
Being hospitable begins with preparing a clean, well-​lighted desk, and reporting to it each day, at the same time if possible. Even if forty-​five minutes is all you can allot, allot it and show up. Woody Allen said that 80 percent of success is showing up, and while he's right, I'd remind you that showing up at a desk with overdue income-​tax forms on it doesn't work. Almost to a person, my students who are in recovery from mere writing exercises report that they write in bed or while cadging a moment at the bus stop or kitchen table, tucking in writing as time allows.
I suggest you try a little hospitality instead. Being hospitable requires that you slow down the process and do some reporting before you begin to write. Carry an index card in a pocket and in your wallet, and the next time you watch Meryl Streep transport herself from one emotion to the next, note the spare gesture she employs. Capture effective dialogue you overhear. When you attend your daughter's fourth-​grade piano recital, jot down an impression or two. It's okay, I promise, since it beats the hell out of all those other parents texting on their BlackBerries. I keep several running lists in a notebook in my car, from titles of those songs that are the soundtrack of my life, to those new and different things people seem to need to do while driving. At some point, I'll turn them into pieces, but I can't use these details later if I don't have them. And don't expect to carry these home in your head. Instead, write them down. And while I do shun those people texting at their children's performances, in other spaces, personal digital devices are fine tools for noting something that stirs you. Text yourself or make a file for your observations. In a pinch, I have even called myself and left a voice mail to remind me of something I've seen. Once you begin, you'll get comfortable with reporting on your life and will find that you'll use whatever means are at hand. What this process does not require is an expensive digital recorder, leather notebook, or Cartier pen. That's showing off.
Here's a tip I learned from my husband, a fine former reporter and a really great newspaper editor: Get yourself a pack of inexpensive spiral pocket notebooks, and when you are taking in a landscape — whether emotional or physical — turn that notebook sideways, like a sketchbook. I know how crazy this sounds, but you won't care after you see how effortlessly it signals your subconscious that you're looking for something different. Turn it vertically to report the who, what, when, and where of the topic. Go sideways for the why, where you deepen and broaden your view. Your subconscious loves little cues like this; they help you connect with those screen door slams and childhood survival skills.
Don't think so? Ever notice how distinct smells send you reeling back twenty years or how the way a man wears his hat or sips his tea conjures memories of a long-​lost love? It's a do-it-yourself world when writing memoir; we need that screen door of yours to slam just right, and if all it takes is to turn a notebook sideways, I say turn the damn notebook sideways and reap the rewards.
Being hospitable begins with the tools you need for writing what you know — notebooks, pens, and a clean desk — and then paying attention to the goods, the sounds of those porch doors.
Excerpted from The Memoir Project by Marion Roach. Copyright 2011. Used with permission by Grand Central Publishing.

  1. Experiment with form. Memoir isn’t always a first-person tale. Mark Richard and others have proven the power of a second-person memoir. bell hooks shows what can happen when several different voices tell a single true story. Graphic memoirists capture the past with the images they draw. Give yourself permission to produce a non-traditional memoir. You may return to the first person pronoun in the end. But you will have given yourself room to make an informed decision.

Keep a memory list. As you write you will remember more and more things to consider. Make notes as they come to you. Leave nothing  out. Later, when you plan your writing and begin to write your plan you will have to pay special attention to what to put in and what to leave out, those things to be determined by your focus as you restrict your writing to what you know.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

April 2, 2016

Writers' Roundtable


  1. Welcome
    1. First, I’ll talk a little about the framework we’re working in. Five or six meetings until the Center closes
    2. I will post my meeting notes to a blog located at http://bigelowwriters.blogspot.com/. There are no posts yet but I will post today’s notes today or tomorrow. You are invited to post your comments and, in fact, continue discussions there if you want to.
      1. I will encourage that sort of exchange since we have so few meetings.
    3. What will we do here?
      1. We will bring our work and read selections either to share or to invite comment or to invite critique. I will suggest exercises while not being mandatory will hopefully be useful. Reading time will be limited depending upon the number of participants and their endurance. Do not expect to read your entire novel. You may expect to read continuing pages from one meeting to the next.
      2. We will look at the craft of writing including how to write regularly, how to track our work. This will lead into such things as the mechanics of the software we use to write, storyboards, outlines, etc.
      3. We will also consider publishing, especially self-publishing, something particularly useful to the memoirists and those who are interested in creating a creative legacy by writing prose that focuses on life experiences.
      4. The agenda will ultimately be determined by the group
      5. Beyond the time we share this spring, if things are going well we’ll try to schedule something at another time so to continue our work through the summer and then again in the fall.
      6. REgarding critiquing and discussion: We critique writing not writers. Don Sheehan, former Director of The Frost Place for the Performing Arts in Franconia, NH used to remind us: “When the choice is between intelligence and compassion, choose compassion. The result will be a higher intelligence.” We will observe that here. This will be a safe place for you to bring your work, a safe place to take the risks that may have kept you from pushing your writing to a fuller realization.
  2. News and Jabber
“With the depth and resonance of her novels, Marilynne Robinson captures the American soul," Mao said in a news release. "We are proud to confer this prize on her and her extraordinary work.”
The Library of Congress' annual prize honors an American literary writer "whose body of work is distinguished not only for its mastery of the art but also for its originality of thought and imagination," according to the release. The award seeks to commend strong, unique, enduring voices that tell readers "something new about the American experience."
In Robinson's case, it's not so much that she tells us something "new" as she reminds us of something "age-old," said Robert Casper, head of the Poetry and Literature Center at the Library of Congress.
“(She reminds us) that our stories have spiritual and moral dimensions,” Casper said, "that the stories that define us —  that define our country —  have a grounding in the spiritual and moral intellect.”
Casper described Robinson as “a writers’ writer” —  “someone who tells these stories of people thinking deeply and powerfully while going about their daily lives, and in prose that is, simply put, virtuosic.”
    1. Regarding writing:
I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen,
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem,


and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
poetry worked: you digested experience and shat


Literature.


It’s not like that. It requires work, lots of work. If you are not writing daily, start. In order to write you must write. How many of you know pianists? How long do they practice? Your art is worth as much as theirs so give it that respect. Learn to write anywhere and everywhere. Sit and write out the conversations you hear in the doctors’ offices. Consider this one: Dr. Sobin’s office. Write even when you don’t have anything to say because you will find that you do. If you want to write, read. REad what you like. Read what you want to write. Don’t read the stuff that knocks you off your pins so you cannot read. I can’t write after  reading Blood Meridian by Cormack McCarthy.

so it begins: blood meridian by cormac mccarthy

By Nicolette Stewart @bookpunks · On June 8, 2015
“See the child.  He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire. Outside lie dark turned fields with rags of snow and darker woods beyond that harbor yet a few last wolves. His folk are known for hewers of wood and drawers of water but in truth his father has been a schoolmaster. He lies in drink, he quotes from poets whose names are now lost. The boy crouches by the fire and watches him.
“Night of your birth. Thirty-three. The Leonids they were called. God how the stars did fall. I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens. The Dipper stove.
“The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off. The father never speaks her name, the child does not know it. He has a sister in this world that he will not see again. He watches, pale and unwashed. He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.”
Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy (1985)


“A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.”


  1. The Current Assignment
    1. What did you bring today?
  2. The Next Assignment
    1. Write a letter to yourself telling what you want to accomplish here in the next 100 days.
  3. Next Meeting
    1. April 16, 2016 @ 9:30AM-11AM
  4. Other Notes