Amy Shearn on The 5 Stages of Not Writing Your Novel

201304-orig-botw-shearn-284xfallAmy Shearn | @amyshearn is the author of two books, the most recent being The Mermaid of Brooklyn (which I read and loved!). She hosts Lit at Lark, a monthly reading series in Brooklyn, and she’s the mother of two. She does a ton more, which you can read in her bio below, but I tuned in on the mother writer bit. To live in Brooklyn is one thing; to be a writer in Brooklyn, watch out; to be a mother writer in Brooklyn? I want to know how she does it.

Turns out, she does it like the rest of us: sweat and tears and sometimes a little denial.  

The 5 Stages of Not Writing Your Novel

By Amy Shearn

I’ve always believed that if you want writing to get done, there is only one way to do it: ass in the chair. (Okay, well, Nora Roberts said that, but I share her workmanlike sensibility and admire her ability to curse with nonchalance.) So you get up every morning, whether you’re busy or not, and you write like a motherfucker. (Okay, well, Cheryl Strayed said that, but I covet her moxy and admire her ability to curse with nonchalance too.)

And yet for the past year – oh, it pains me to type that but it is really true, it’s really been a year since my last book came out, which was when I thought I would truly get to work on this new one – I have not, with any regularity, been working on my novel. And in this painful year, I have learned that there are, as with mourning, five stages of not writing a novel.

Stage One: Denial.

I’m not not writing the book. I am writing the novel, I’m just not writing. Everything is writing, right? Walking down the street and noticing the world is a kind of novel-writing, isn’t it? I mean, I don’t do that either, I check my phone and yell at my kids to not knock over old ladies on their scooters, but I think I used to look around and notice things, right? I started a Pinterest board one night after the kids went to bed, so that’s part of the creative process right? I have this awesome outline, and a bunch of notes and a handful of chapters, that means something! I’m essentially done! I’ll make another cup of coffee. That’s like a little mini novel!

Stage Two: Anger.

This is all my husband’s fault. Who does he think he is, going to work all day to support me and our children? That’s just rude! And when I need to start Chapter Six, or at least stare at the screen for 3 hours and try to remember what this novel was about! And why do these kids keep needing so much parenting all day? All day with the food and the attention and the irreplaceable magic of discovering the world and whatnot! And if one more writer friend posts a picture of a laptop indicating that she is writing right now, I’m going to punch her right in the glasses. It’s all America’s fault. People, stop watching the well-written television shows that give you so much pleasure and send me some money because I happen to enjoy crafting sentences about feelings! No one respects writers anymore, when in some vague imagined past I assume they did! And why didn’t my last novel sell enough to allow me to retire to a seaside home with a writing garret and a live-in au pair? What in the fucking fuck, actually?

Stage Three: Bargaining.

I just have to finish this essay and that listicle and this other side novel and one more short story and then this thing I’m writing right now about how I’m not writing this novel, and then I promise I will start working on the novel again. Yes I know that someone wise said you don’t step out of your life to do your work. So as soon as I get the apartment clean and get back on track with the green smoothies every day THEN I will be ready to get serious about writing this novel. Maybe if I post a picture of a laptop indicating that I am writing right now, the universe will get my message.

Stage Four: Depression.

Writing is stupid. Novels are stupid. What I have written of this novel so far, in addition to every other word I’ve ever written, including these words I’m typing right now, are really, really stupid. My brain is boring. It’s stupid in here. I feel hollow and stupid when I’m not writing fiction, or in the middle of a creative project. Oh, that’s why I started writing in the first place. I remember now. How stupid.

Stage Five: Acceptance.

Oh well, who cares. Not writing is actually pretty relaxing. It’s like I suddenly dropped a really hard AP class. I’m like a regular person now! I don’t have homework to do on nights and weekends, I can just chill out like regular people do! Hm! What do regular people do? Enjoy leisurely brunches and outings with their families on Saturdays? Watch well-written television programs on weeknights? Go to social thingies with friends? This is fun! No wonder regular people are so happy. Hey, that gives me an idea. Oh, that’s a good one. I have to write that down! Okay, let’s see, opening file: Novel Draft: Chapter Six. This feels great! Writing is totally fun! This novel is going to be terrific!

Repeat as necessary.

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AmyShearnAmy Shearn is the author of the novels The Mermaid of Brooklyn and How Far Is The Ocean from Here. Her writing has appeared in The New York Times, Poets & Writers, Real Simple, Martha Stewart Living, The Huffington Post, BuzzFeed, The L Magazine, The Millions, Five Chapters, Opium, Oprah.com, xojane.com, and elsewhere. She teaches writing in New York City and online, curates a monthly reading series called Lit at Lark , and occasionally updates her blog, Household Words. Amy lives in Brooklyn with her husband and two young children and one elderly dog. She is allegedly at work on another novel. Visit her at amyshearnwrites.com.

 

Writers at the Table: Meet Betty Sydow

IMG_0872Once a month, I meet with writers at Harwood Place retirement living center, and every so often I get to share one of their storiesToday, I’m excited to introduce Betty Sydow.

Because last month was National Poetry Month, I asked the writers to come to this month’s class with a poem.

Betty is known for bringing in wonderful short fiction, stories about an eclectic group of folks living in an old apartment building. But, turns out, she’s an excellent poet at well. 

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Then and Now, Sweet Treats
By Betty Sydow

Then

Pastel candy dots
On a paper strip.
Pink Double Bubble lumps
Twisted in a comic.

Licorice whips, jaw breakers, red hot hearts.

Sugary cigarettes
With bright lighted tips.
Gum drop reptiles,
Malted milk balls.

Wax ruby lips and vampire teeth.

Three pennies in my pocket.
This will take a while.

Now

Chocolate truffles,
Macadamia nuts.
Pecan turtles,
Petit fours.

Chocolate covered cherries and creamy fudge bars.

Marzipan fruit,
Mint melt aways.
White chocolate drops
And crunchy fairy food.

Bittersweet chocolate almond bark.

Plastic in my wallet.
I’ll pay tomorrow.

 

Liz Prato, The Night, and the Rain, and the River, & Short Story Success


May is National Short Story Month, and I’ve been reading a new book of stories: 
The Night, and the Rain, and the River (published by Forest Avenue Press).

TNATRATR-Special-Edition-front-cover-smallerEverything about this book is enticing, including the cleverly written introduction in which the editor, Liz Prato, cuts right to the core of this collection, saying the stories, though seemingly unconnected at first, center around one theme:

[W]hen I looked at the stories I had accepted…we have a goose, and an arsonist, and drug addicts and mothers and fathers and adulterers…They were all about longing to belong. To another’s heart, to family, to oneself. Which is perfectly in line with the vision of the press…that we are all a part of this beautiful bigger entity and can help each other along the way.

Liz Prato is here today discussing what makes for a good short story. Even better? There’s a giveaway. Leave your name in the comments for a chance to win a copy of The Night, and the Rain, and the River direct from Forest Avenue Press.

How to Write a Good Short Story: In Short

By Liz Prato

You want to know how to write a really good short story? Read the submissions pile for a journal or anthology. Over the years, a lot of teachers opined that I’d learn more from the stories that were rejected than from toiling away at my computer. I always thought, “I don’t have time to write and read other people’s rejects.” Then, last year, I was asked to guest edit the journal VoiceCatcher, and the short story anthology, The Night, and the Rain, and the River, for Forest Avenue Press. And I swear, I learned more in one morning of reading submissions than I had in years of studying writing.

No, wait – that’s not quite right: in one morning, I came to understand what those years of studying writing really meant, and I felt that deep-sigh frustration when the elements of a good story weren’t on the page.

It’s ridiculously reductive to make a list of rules for How to Write a Good Short Story. This is art, not electrical engineering, and following a series of steps doesn’t ensure success. But we are list-obsessed these days, preferring small bites of advice to lengthy, Franzen-like theses, so I submit to you and the blog gods:

Four Elements For a Successful Short Story

1. STAKES. In our writers guidelines for Forest Avenue Press, we said: “We’re looking for stories that take emotional chances. . . We demand a plot – things must happen, there must be stakes.” Stakes – that was the key word there. But what became clear as I was reading is that many writers have no idea what that word – stakes – means. In short, it means something matters. Something is at risk. That your character wants something he or she cannot have, and there are consequences (emotional or physical) to not getting it.

Several stories I read were mildly amusing anecdotes, at best. Most stories suffering from a lack of stakes were just trying to be too nice – to the world, to their characters, mostly to their readers and their writers. If it’s a tale you’d relay to friends during happy hour (or your grandma at tea time), you probably don’t have sufficient stakes. Think about what you’d tell your new lover late at night, after you’ve made love, and are lying in the dark scared and hopeful about what will happen if you reveal who you really are. Tell that story.

2. COMPRESSION. Short stories are – duh, short – and to realize the form in a satisfying way, the author must create compression.

It’s not just about having fewer words. You must also have fewer plotlines, fewer characters, and less description than in a novel. That’s not to say you can’t have rich characters, or poetic prose, or a emotionally complex plot – it just means you don’t have hundred of pages to establish all that, so every single word must be essential. Every single word must contribute to your central plot and theme and character development.

I read many stories that were trying to tackle too much, and because they only had 5,000 words in which to tackle all that, guess what? Everything got short-shrifted. Nothing felt deeply explored or complete.

3. CLARITY. I can be self-deprecating. I often say things like, “Maybe I’m not the smartest reader . . . .”, but here’s the deal: I am a smart reader. I’m also a pretty generous reader. So, if you’ve confused me, then it’s because your story is unnecessarily confusing.

Don’t conflate obfuscation with art. Don’t confuse misdirection with suspense. Don’t withhold from the reader what they need to know to be fully invested in your story: who your characters are, where they are, why they’re there, and what they want. Your reader is your most intimate confident – not someone you are trying to trick, fool, or confound. Look at the first two sentences of “Bullet to the Brain,” by Tobias Wolff. What, when, where, why, who – it’s all there, and yet the reader is not remotely bored by this astounding clarity.

4. LANDING. Through the months of reading submissions, I developed an autonomic tick, if you will, that involved wildly waving my arms in front of my face, as if I was both spastically demanding “abracadabra!” and trying to swat away a swarm of tsetse flies. Whenever my arms launched into this involuntary spasm, my husband would look up at me and say, “Ending?”

Listen, I get it: endings are really, really hard to nail, and I’ve failed to nail my fair share of them. The biggest problem in the stories I read was endings that just dropped off a cliff. Stories ended mid-scene, mid-conversation, often on some line of dialogue that didn’t reveal anything new about the story. I found myself flipping pages or scrolling around, thinking I’d missed a page. I know short stories aren’t supposed to culminate in “and they all rode off into the sunset.” I know good short story endings are often open ended. But they should bring the reader – and the characters — to a place of rest. Even if for only a moment. An ending should evoke emotion above-and-beyond “What the fuck?” And the very best endings? They are surprising and inevitable at the same time.

Take the ending to “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” by Flannery O’Connor. You pretty much know from page one what fate will befall the day-tripping family, and, yet, it is utterly horrifying when it does. Look at the ending to “Sonny’s Blues,” by James Baldwin: all the language and themes and plot lead us to Sonny playing that piano at the end. We do not know that Sonny will be okay – in fact, there’s plenty of evidence he will struggle. But in that last breath, Sonny and his brother are, if only for this moment, okay. Let your reader have that last breath, whether it is a sharp intake, or a contended sigh. 

Liz Head ShotLiz Prato is the editor of The Night, and the Rain, and the River (Forest Avenue Press) and the Summer 2013 issue of  VoiceCatcher. Her short stories and essays have been widely published in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Hunger Mountain, The Rumpus, Subtropics, Iron Horse Literary Review, and several other journals and magazines. She teaches at The Attic in Portland. Her in-the-process-of-being-updated website is  www.lizprato.com.

Want a copy of The Night, and the Rain, and the River? Drop your name in the comments. Random.org will choose the winner on Tuesday, May 20th.