The micro that was just rejected has had just one rejection, but I find myself unable to send it anywhere else, even though I had a really good place in mind. I've made tremendous progress on THE LUNATICS' BALL, with the end of a full first draft in sight. (That is, a first draft of the collection; the individual flash and essays have gone through multiple drafts.) But discovering that I hadn't incorporated my beta reader's suggestions for the first third has brought my writing to a screeching halt. Can I do this? Of course I can, but it doesn't feel that way right now.
Two people have asked me to talk to their classes (in August and October), an honor I appreciate. I've made a commitment to write something short about "The Tell-Tale Heart." I've got to assemble an interview of a writer whose work I love. Work at CRAFT has accelerated a bit and I need to correspond with authors and write intros to some of our forthcoming pubs. There's plenty to do right now. Maybe it's the heat and not impostor syndrome (at least not for all of these tasks), but I'm feeling disinclined to do anything at all. Gratified that writers I respect but barely know (Matt Kendrick and Lindy Biller) have recently posted old flash of mine on Twitter as good examples of ekphrastic flash ("Head of the Household") and the use of fairy tales ("Girls in the Woods"). My impostor syndrome tells me, well, yeah, you used to be able to write. Steve and I sat on a beach near Mendocino and read for a while before we drove home Thursday. It already feels like a long time ago. I thought I might do some writing on the trip and didn't, but I read a novel and ate some great food. A nice anniversary. A micro that my writing group liked better than I do (more often it's the opposite). The magazine really liked the micro I withdrew when it was accepted by MIDWAY JOURNAL, so I thought I had a good chance with this one. Apparently not.
We're in a beauiful small town on the coast near Mendocino, celebrating our 36th anniversary with a short getaway. Lots of email pings on our drive here, including a footnote on "(Parenthetical Asides)." Jill Talbot likes it and wants to include it in her discussion and supplementary reading list on one-paragraph essays in her forthcoming anthology ESSAY FORM(S)! (Already arranged: "Haunting Houses" will be on another supplementary reading list in the book, and "Little Colored Pills" will be part of the anthology.) Excited to be in an anthology edited by Jill, whose work I admire greatly, and in an anthology published by Columbia University Press, where I actually worked years ago. Yay!
I wonder whether Jill just read "(Parenthetical Asides)" when it was reposted for the nomination. A lovely way to give new life to a publication. Deciding on our CNF nominations for Best of the Net at CRAFT this week. I love honoring our authors. Also heard from Black Lawrence Press, which is putting together a last-minute breakfast in Oakland this Saturday. Looking forward to that. Have I become more sociable since the enforced isolation of the pandemic?. So honored that Lynn Mundell at CENTAUR nominated my crazy hybrid "(Parenthetical Asides)" for BEST OF THE NET! I was already thrilled to be included in the inaugural issue of this beautiful magazine for hybrids. This is a double honor.
The FBomb reading today was wonderful! Two of my favorite writers as keynotes (Kathryn Kulpa and Sarah Freligh), along with so many other writers whose work I admire ("Flashionistas," Francine Witte called us)—some of whom I've met in person (Kathryn, Kim Magowan, Patricia Bidar)! There's a YouTube video, worth listening to in full. I read my story at 1:04:19. A full roster of readers and start times appears in the video description.
The story I read, "Girls in the Woods," was published in CRAFT before I was hired as an editor there. Quite a few of the readers have published flash fiction and flash nonfiction in CRAFT, which was cool. Quite a few of the readers are also editors at other magazines who've published me (Kathryn at Cleaver, Kim Magowan at Pithead Chapel, Michelle Ross in the audience at Atticus Review). My sub for the next Rolling Writers reading was accepted. So I'll be reading in person in September, and I have a Zoom reading on Friday. It's the FBomb series I've read in many times, and I wasn't nervous until I saw the lineup with this one, which is filled with flash stars and friends. Also: I have some good news about an LB essay that I have to keep to myself until October.
FLASHFLOOD JOURNAL is posting a new flash every five to ten minutes for 24 hours to celebrate National Flash Fiction day in the UK. My flash "Noonday Robbery at Booneville Savings and Loan" went up at 3 am PDT when I was fast asleep. It's an old one, voice and character driven, that I often do at readings because it's fun to read. I should think about that form more often, because I actually enjoy writing monologues.
Lots of friends in the flood, so it's fun to dip in and out. Here's the link, it you want to do that too. My flash fiction "A Bartender Named Destiny" is out in ELLIPSIS ZINE today! My third appearance there. I rather like the other two as well—one an expression of anxiety about Trump that turned out to be eerily prophetic of the pandemic ("Waking Up Late"), one an expression of unwarranted optimism when I thought Trump would be impeached and ousted. It was fun juggling two simultaneous conversations at a bar in "Happy Hour at The Eagle Bar & Grill." Big thanks to editor Steve Campbell! (Also, I'd forgotten until I looked it up that Steve nominated "Waking Up Late" for a Pushcart. Thanks for that too!) An acceptance of flash CNF ("Late Bloomer") for an anthology forthcoming in December from ELJ Editions: Awakenings: Stories of Body & Consciousness, edited by Diane Gottlieb. A little embarrassing but I figured it's print, not many people will see it. And now I see that some great writers I know have been accepted also. Sometimes you need a thick skin to be published as well as a thick skin to be rejected. (My recent pub "(Parenthetical Asides)" also made me feel somewhat exposed.) I wrote "Late Bloomer" in a Kathy Fish class, a wonderful generative workshop for flash memoir. I should take more classes, as I pretty much always produce something, even when I'm sure I won't. Kathy's format (interesting prompts, thoughtfully-chosen and substantial craft readings, no negative criticism, well-published students) works really well for me at the generative stage. Kim Magowan has been tweeting a long list of her favorite pieces at PITHEAD CHAPEL, and included "The Lost Umbrella" among them. I've always liked that story too, which makes me think of the Magritte exhibition at SFMOMA. I was so happy to hear today from Ellen Blum Barrish, a memoirist and essayist and former editor of THREAD, that she's been teaching "Dear Maddy" in her private workshops. What's made me smile: her regret over an editorial decision she made ages ago when she published "Another Guy's Shoes." We do toss and turn over things that other people have long forgotten. And unconnected: the amazing response I've gotten on twitter to my announcement that I have an acceptance at ELLIPSIS ZINE. I love that the literary community comes together to celebrate. But I am completely sure that not all of these people are going to read the flash when it comes out! Our son Ben's 34th birthday tomorrow. He's in the rainforest in Borneo, fifteen hours ahead of California, but we should be able to FaceTime. His latest picture of Sabah, a view from the open upper story at his friend Cynthia's house. We got to see a moving panorama of a gentle thunderstorm coming on (also from her open upper story—an amazing design for a house) the last time we FaceTimed. note: Two days later I've realized that Ben is now 35, not 34. You'd think with one child I could keep his age straight. |
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