The Dreaded Workshop

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Ah, the workshop. Something the Creative Writing major fears, yet simultaneously adores. It is a place where our work is torn apart, then put back together by esteemed (or not-so-esteemed) classmates and professors. Where we are able to hone our craft in the hopes that it will someday lead to publication.

Yet so many people are intimidated by it. I once spoke with some freshmen at my college who were considering majoring in Creative Writing. The reason they had yet to declare? Fear of workshops. Before my first one, I felt like I was walking headfirst into the zombie apocalypse, so I can understand their anxiety. However, I will tell you what I told them: don’t let your fears hold you back.

So, for those of you still on the fence, or who may be dreading your first workshop, I’m here to give you the 411 on how things work. Keep in mind each school runs them differently, but I think the basics are all pretty much the same.

1. Class sizes are small. My school capped a workshop at 15, and I’ve had one as small as 10. This is good news for you because the smaller the class, the more opportunities you have to share your writing. The more you share, the more you learn. It also means that, yes, you will have to speak.

2. Participation, as I mentioned, is kind of mandatory. On the weeks people critique your work, you may not be allowed to speak for the entire period (I’ve heard a few people say this), or you may be invited to ask questions of your peers based on their comments. Conversely, when it’s someone else’s week, you’ll have to give them feedback. A lot of times this will come in the form of marking up the pages they gave you, or turning in a critique. But don’t plan on just sitting back and doing absolutely nothing for two hours.

Critiques themselves can be a bit tricky. Sometimes you’re going to come across a piece you don’t like, makes no sense, or was obviously thrown together the night before (trust me, it happens). And while you need to be honest, be nice about it. Constructive criticism is what people look for in workshops. Be sure to tell your classmates what you did like! Even if it’s just the character’s name, or the title, you can always find something nice to say. I had a professor whose rule was to write a paragraph talking about the things you enjoyed, and then a second detailing what you thought could be improved upon. This way the writer didn’t go home feeling craptastic at the end of the day. The one guy in my class who never once said anything nice about anyone’s work? Well, he never got nice comments in return. Give and take, people.

3. Know that you’re not always going to agree with what people say about your work. Workshop is essentially a giant group of beta readers and you’re not always going to be on the same page. And that’s okay. Keep an open mind. I learned some really valuable techniques and advice from people who gave me some tough love. I also learned when to pick out and toss aside comments that didn’t matter. At the end of the day, it’s still you’re story. Never forget that.

4. Writing styles vary, so be prepared. One of the things I enjoyed most about workshops were the varied writing styles I came across. My favorite class had a mix of horror writers, a satirical writer, one girl who loved to imitate gothic literature, and a taxi driver whose stories stemmed from wacky conversations she overheard in her backseat. I read some really fantastic things that semester, but there were also a few experimental writers whose pieces I could never understand. It’s okay when you don’t get something; chances are someone else didn’t either. But it’s still a learning opportunity.

5. Be prepared to do some reading. Not only will you be reading work by your classmates, but you’ll probably be reading some short stories or novel excerpts as well. Hemingway, Joyce, Poe, Updike, and Oates are all names I’ve come across when reading for class. Read from the best, learn from the best.

6. Expect to see people of all ages. I’ve been in classes with freshmen as well as middle-aged and old men. The varying ages mean varying life experiences, and some really interesting stories and life lessons. Discussions don’t always wind up revolving around the written word, so you might pick up some valuable tips along the way. Take note!

7. You don’t always have to write short stories. I was petrified when I joined my first workshop because I am a terrible short story writer. My first one was torn to bits, and I went home feeling totally defeated. Then I found out I could submit chapters from my novel instead, and my love of workshops increased ten-fold. I can’t guarantee that your school follows this rule, but I’ve talked to a fair number of people where this is allowed. So if writing short stories is what’s scaring you off, just ask!

8. Sometimes there’s food. And free food is always a good reason to go somewhere. I had one summer workshop where we’d occasionally meet at the campus bar. That, my friends, was a good time.

9. Like any class, you can’t always pick your teacher. You might wind up with a lousy instructor, in which case you might feel as if you’re not learning anything. But if the instructor isn’t fantastic, just pay attention to the other kids in class.  You can always learn something from them.

On the other hand, you might wind up with a fabulous instructor. I’ve studied under some really fantastic people, and I wouldn’t trade my time with them for anything. Because of the small class size, you get to know your professors pretty well and they can be invaluable resources when you need letters of recommendation, or even just advice.

So hopefully that’s taken the scare out of the dreaded workshop. I can promise you you’ll learn an insane amount if you pay attention, and your writing’s definitely going to improve. If you’re considering signing up for one, I encourage you to do it. Having your work critiqued is never an easy thing, but you can’t really improve until someone tells you what you’re doing wrong. So take a chance. Live a little. Learn a lot.

Music Monday

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I had the chance to see Darren Criss in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying last weekend, and I’ve been obsessed with the soundtrack ever since. I apologize to those of you who’ve had to put up with me humming this tune for the last few days.

Then vs. Now

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This coming week marks the passing of my first seven months in New York. I originally thought it was six, but apparently I can’t count. (This is why I practically failed every math class I ever took.) Some days it feels like my first day here, and others it seems as though I’ve lived here for ages. My little sister just came to stay for a week, and it made me realize how much I’ve changed since I moved here.

The first time I came to New York was after my freshman year of high school, about a decade ago. (God, I feel so old when I say that.) I have some fond memories of that trip, like running through Toys ‘R Us, haggling over the price of my sweatshirt, black market purse shopping in Chinatown, and sitting front and center at Phantom of the Opera. The weather was great the entire time we were there, we ate good food, and saw great shows.

Obligatory childhood photos:

There are also some memories that, while they weren’t so funny at the time, are now hilarious. Like our shitty hotel, when I thought one of the street vendors had charged me $20 for a Snapple (another instance of my failed math skills), our flight being delayed to the point that we almost had to spend the night in the airport, and spending the last of my money on edible lip gloss when I should’ve used it on actual food.

The thing is, I also remember being petrified of the crowds. It was the first time I’d been on a plane, the first time I’d been to a Legitimate City, the first time I’d gone on vacation without my parents. I was but a wee teenager in one of the most densely populated cities in the world. So while I had fun, I was absolutely petrified to get separated from the group, and I was thrilled when the plane touched back down on Wisconsin soil.

Since then, I’ve really grown up. D.C. was a great stepping stone for New York. I realized I was no longer afraid of the crowds, or the funky smells one inevitably finds in a large city or coming from the bums on the train. It also helped that I had to learn to handle using public transportation to get around. Don’t get me wrong, I was terrified to use the subway on my own when I first moved to New York because I was afraid I was going to wind up on the wrong train and get out at the wrong stop, somewhere in the middle of the ghetto. Turns out I wound up living there, so I didn’t need to worry about that!

Having April visit helped me realize how familiar I’d become with the city since I first moved here. I take the subway for granted these days, and forget that it’s confusing for lots of other people. I don’t even blink at the people who come through the cars, singing off-key, asking for money. It took me a while to properly figure out the grid of streets in Manhattan, but now I don’t have to think twice about it. I can walk down Avenue B and point at places I’ve been and make recommendations for restaurants and coffee shops. Now, if you give me a set of cross streets, I can figure out exactly where I’m going without looking at a map. (Which is a huge step up from those first few weeks where I had to pull my iPhone out every time I got off the subway.) Nowadays people ask me for directions. I also realized that I’ve totally adjusted to the speed of life here. People are constantly moving, and now I have issues sitting still. I don’t really think about the amount of time I spend commuting, or how many things I have to get done in a day. Time moves faster here, but I guess I just don’t notice anymore.

Funnily enough, I did more sightseeing in the last week than I’ve done in the last six months.

I’ve been lukewarm about New York for a decade. I moved here in the hopes that I’d misjudged it the first time, and that I’d immediately fall in love. And while that didn’t happen, the city is slowly growing on me. I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy it as much as D.C., but beggars can’t be choosers. Publishing is centered in New York, so New York is where I’ll stay. And after the last week, that prospect doesn’t bother me nearly as much. I’ve lived in places I didn’t like before, and in at least half the cases, ran back home. But I made a plan to move to New York. I made a plan to stay. And now that I have a job, and I’m starting to realize how much I’ve actually settled in here, it makes me think I really did misjudge it back in high school. And that’s a good feeling.

The Launch of Pub Crawl!

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This is it, you guys! The moment we’ve all been waiting for. After a month-long hiatus and the closing of Let the Words Flow, we are pleased to bring you the new and improved…

PUB(lishing) CRAWL!

Today is our grand opening, so please stop by and check out the new blog. We’ve got our own fancy domain, new contributors, a new look, and a month of giveaways to kick off our new site.

LTWF was my home for a year and a half, and is really what helped to get me started in publishing. I hope it’s been a great resource for you guys, and we all hope that Pub Crawl continues that tradition. You’ve always been there for us, and now we want to be there for you.

Much love!

Book Recommendation: Thirteen Reasons Why

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THIRTEEN REASONS WHY by Jay Asher
Published 10/18/2007 by Razorbill
288 Pages
Debut

You know a book’s good when it gives you nightmares.

Imagine you come home one day to find a package on your doorstep. Inside it are a bunch of tape recordings detailing the last words of someone who recently committed suicide. And you’re apparently one of the reasons.

I mean, come on. That alone would give a person nightmares. But Jay Asher does such an incredible job getting inside Clay and Hannah’s heads that you feel as if you know them both. And that you, the reader, are one of the reasons Hannah died, not a fictional character.

The book’s written as a kind of thriller, which works really well. The format itself is a little strange in that it’s constantly shifting between Clay and Hannah’s narratives, but after a few pages you get used to it. And in the end, I can’t imagine the book being written any other way. Nothing would’ve been as effective.

The premise of the book is actually not unique, considering the unfortunate amount of teenage suicides each year, but that’s part of why the subject matter is so important. Jay Asher highlights a major problem kids face today, and hopefully makes the reader think twice about the way they treat people. Everyday problems like gossip, friendship, relationships, doubt, rape and suicide are all covered in here, and then some. And the way the book is written really elevates the subject and makes the story unique. I loved the way Hannah used the tapes, and how she wove all the stories together. It was clever, and it makes me excited for anything else Jay Asher may write in the future.

I absolutely loved this book. I devoured it in under two days, and with the amount of reading I have to do for work, that’s saying something! There was just no way I could put it down. With such vibrant characters placed in such terrible circumstances, you just want to reach out and help. For those of you who enjoy the dark and gritty side of YA, this one should be right up your alley.

Writing in Style, or Style in Writing?

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Anyone who knows me in real life (or just follows my inane ramblings on twitter or tumblr) knows that my not-so-secret second love in life is fashion. Every morning I wake up and check the publishing blogs I subscribe to, then immediately move on to the style blogs. My writing may be influenced that day by some tips I picked up, and my outfit might be an interpretation of something I saw online. Either way, my day has been impacted by the two things I love most.

But what does fashion have to do with writing, you wonder. Besides the obvious fact that your characters wear clothes (or maybe they don’t. Maybe you’re writing about a nudist colony, in which case, this post may not be relevant).

As writers, we’re told to infuse our characters with personality. No one wants to read an entire novel where the main character is as bland as a piece of burnt, unbuttered toast. We’re told to give them quirks, a distinct voice, and maybe a few defining physical features. Clothing, I think, falls into the same category. Maybe it’s just me, but I pay close attention when an author takes the time to describe what a person is wearing, even if it’s only a passing sentence. Suzanne Collins doesn’t really waste a lot of words on Katniss’s dress for the opening ceremony. In fact, this is all we get:

“I am dressed in what will either be the most sensational or the deadliest costume in the opening ceremonies. I’m in a simple black unitard that covers me from ankle to neck. Shiny leather boots lace up to my knees. But it’s the fluttering cape made of streams of orange, yellow, and red and the matching headpiece that define this costume.

“My face is relatively clear of makeup, just a bit of highlighting here and there. My hair has been brushed out and then braided down my back in my usual style.”

It’s pretty vague, if we’re being honest. We have absolutely no idea what the headpiece even looks like. But that’s okay, because we’re given an impression. In our minds, we’re able to understand that the dress is, in a lot of ways, like Katniss herself: simple yet powerful.

Period pieces require a little more effort than a contemporary novel. Instead of saying a character’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, you’ve got to worry about historical accuracy. I took a class on the history of fashion in college, just so I’d have the basic information if I decided I ever wanted to write in that genre. The text book is actually a really great reference for anyone who’s looking for one: Survey of Historic Costume. There’s also a great website (the KCI Digital Archives) that has a lot of fantastic images compiled for your perusal. If you’ve read any historical romance novels, you’ll know that fashion plays a bigger role than it does in contemporary stories, if only because a person had to change so often, and a specific garment meant a specific thing in a specific situation. These days we don’t really have that problem; at least, not to such a degree.

Taking characterization into consideration, I think clothing is a totally legit way to help your readers understand them. I mentioned once how black clothing doesn’t make your leading man a bad boy, but it’s still making a statement. Same goes for that girl who’s always wearing frumpy clothes inspired by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Maybe she’s poor and can’t afford nice things. Maybe she doesn’t believe in wearing pants. Maybe she thinks she’s stuck in the 1800s. Whatever the reason, it speaks to her character as a whole.

Lately I’ve been trying to pay more attention to my physical portrayal of people and places. I’ve made a conscious effort to include some sort of clothing description where it’s necessary, and one of my CPs mentioned the interior of my main setting seemed a bit lackluster. Needless to say, I took the time to spruce it up. I realized she was right — initially, it was just a standard house. There was nothing defining about it. Now, as I go back and edit, it’s begun to take on a personality of its own. Which goes to say that clothing doesn’t just belong on people — you can dress up a setting, too!

If you’re anything like me and prefer a visual to help you with your descriptions, the above websites should be pretty helpful. Also, take a look at polyvore.com. Not only can you create visual representations of outfits, but interiors as well! I’ve definitely found it to be a very helpful tool in certain situations.

What about you guys? Do you think clothing can be an important aspect of characterization?

Mission 101, Take Two

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I was never a huge believer in New Years resolutions. When I realized they would putter out after a week (usually less… like, maybe an hour or two), I gave up altogether. I mean, who likes to start the new year off with failure? Not this girl.

But I am a compulsive list maker, so I kept trying. (I should get points for being persistent, if nothing else.) Then I discovered Mission 101, which seemed like the perfect solution. All you have to do is make a list of 101 things you think you can accomplish in 1001 days. The one I started in February of 2010 has 45 completed items (including gems like ‘buy something from Ikea’ and ‘find a dive bar I don’t hate’), but looking over the list the other day, realized it was a little outdated.

So I’m starting over. Because I find this a much more effective way to measure accomplishments than resolutions. (Especially when I tend to forget what my actual resolutions are.) And they can range from really stupid things like organizing my internet bookmarks (which I need to do) to backpacking across Europe for a month (which I would never do)(I don’t hike)(or enjoy the outdoors enough to spend extended periods of time in them)(by myself)(alone)(in another country). Also, I figure if I post my list here, for all of you lovely people to see, I’ll hold myself accountable. Or something. So check out my list! And if you’re feeling particularly inspired and want to participate too, leave a comment there. It always helps to have other people suffer with you, I think.

A Year in Review: 2011

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There’s no doubt that 2011 has been the most eventful year of my life. Who would’ve thought, a year ago, that I’d be where I am now? 12 months ago I was still working my way through undergrad, enjoying Wisconsin’s fine samplings of beer and cheese, and slaving away at a coffee shop. I had seven roommates, a big ol’ house a few blocks from campus, and my biggest worry was whether or not I wanted to brave the half a block trip to CVS in the middle of a snow storm. It wasn’t unusual to wake up to Miley Cyrus blasting from our bro-tastic neighbor’s house, or see someone peeing on one of our cars. But it was my life, and I liked it.

A year later, and my life has done a complete one-eighty. Somebody let me graduate, and I convinced myself that moving halfway across the country without a job or a place to live was a good idea. It was, undoubtedly, the craziest thing I’ve ever done. (I’ve been told it was brave, but I think I’m going to stick with insane.) But you know what? It paid off. (Though I’ll be the first to admit that it was more luck than anything else.)

Somehow, in the last six months, I managed to find an apartment in the ghetto of Brooklyn (which may or may not have given me some kind of street cred), find a job that I love, and finished writing another book. In the grand scheme of things, this year wasn’t too shabby. No, I didn’t grow, and I still can’t wear heels for an entire day, but those are things I’m working on. Sort of.

Other things to be proud of this year: my sister graduated high school and began college. (God, I feel old.) My brother decided to join the Marines. (Terrifying.) My parents are still the greatest people on earth. (Duh.) I survived a hurricane. (That was never really a hurricane.)

But 2011 had its ups and downs, too. There were a lot of goodbyes, and even a funeral for a friend. I had to move away from my family, which wasn’t easy. There were times when I was so broke I couldn’t even afford a package of ramen. I basically had to start from scratch in the friends department when I moved because I knew all of three people in the entire city. I like to crack jokes about Wisconsin, but in truth, it was pretty good to me. I have great friends who still live there, and leaving them hasn’t been easy. I hear about them hanging out, see their pictures, miss out on inside jokes, and it’s tough. Some of them I’ve known for over a decade, so the fact that they’re no longer close by is a little discombobulating.

But it’s all a part of growing up. Being in the real world isn’t what I’d expected, but not necessarily in a bad way. Now, standing on the other side of my education, I wish I’d listened to my mom. I wish I hadn’t taken out so many loans, or studied abroad when I did. Maybe gotten a cheaper apartment. Bought less clothes. (Not sure if that one’s possible.) Still, it’s an important lesson to have learned. I’ve started the dreaded task of paying off my student loans, and while I wish my sister would listen to me when it comes to this kind of thing, I can’t blame her for plugging her ears and humming. I did the same thing. Hindsight’s a funny thing.

I also learned how much the real world costs. Granted, I feel like NYC is kind of in its own bubble because the cost of living is kind of insane. In Wisconsin, I could buy a gigantic breakfast for under $5, where the same thing would probably cost between $10-15 in NY. You get not a lot of space for a hefty chunk of change. But you know what? It feels good to know you earned the money you’re using to pay for that tiny space. At the very least, it’s all your own. So maybe you have to live off eggs and ramen every now and again. There are worse things that could happen.

So, overall, I’d say it’s been a great year. I’ve been living in New York for about six months, and things are beginning to settle down. I have a routine, I have favorite places to go, and people I hang out with. 2012 is just going to get better. Maybe this will be the year I get an agent, or sell a book. Maybe I’ll meet Mr. Right. I’ve got things to look forward to, like my brother’s graduation from the Marines (aka a trip to California), and my parents coming out to visit in July. My sister’s coming to visit in a week. Being away from my family’s been tough, so it’s nice to know I’ll still get to see them.

As for the rest of the year, I have a different strategy (coming to you live from Phil Dunphy and, I believe, Hannah Hart):

That way, when the rough patches inevitably roll around, they won’t suck so hard. And when good things happen, they’re that much more exciting. So here’s to a new year, and all 2012 has in store!

(Assuming we’re not all dead before the year’s out.)

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