Make a Hat out of Your Manuscript
I should be editing tonight but I’m not.
Sometimes the saddest nights are when everyone goes to bed and you’re still wanting to go on and on and on.
“The Paper Bag Princess” at ManArchy Mag
Remember this meme? Well, recently it was the prompt of a friendly writer-battle I had with some folks over at LitReactor. Ridiculous prompts are the best kind of prompt because they’re pretty specific about what you have to write about, but you can still really go anywhere.
“The Paper Bag Princess” was loosely inspired by the Robert Munsch book of the same title. It was probably my least favourite Robert Munsch book because when I was a little girl I just wasn’t that into princesses with self-esteem. A good story to me back then was about a damsel-y chick that got saved by a handsome dude. It’s sad, but true. So really, this story is just me facing my demons.
Better now than never.
This story started with a honey badger shirt and ended up being about mocking hipsters. But it’s also a big “Fuck You” to societal beauty standards that build the crippling Jenga-tower of insecurity in all of us. I sent it over to ManArchy Mag and they accepted it right away, which is awesome, because I really dig what they do. There isn’t much more to say. Honestly, I tried to write about my process with writing this story, but I find it difficult to talk about “what I do” (ie. my “ART”) without sounding like a smug self-absorbed hipster. I’d rather you just read the story and get the impression first hand.
So without further rambling, click below:
“The Book of Seth” at Pantheon Magazine
This is a little late but I’m currently in the bind of preparing for my sister’s wedding, so my writing endeavors have been lacking. Not that it matters, really. Procrastination is procrastination.
Since I wrote “Eden” way back in 2011, I’ve been trying to rethink of ways to retell Bible stories in the modern day. It’s an interesting exercise, really, especially when you take the original tale waaaaaaaaaay out of its original context. I’m sure some people wouldn’t be into it, but the Bible gets interpreted in a billion different ways. For me, I just enjoy taking the standard tale and reworking the characters in a contemporary format.
In this case, with my latest story, “The Book of Seth”, I took the Cain and Abel story and really jazzed it up.
This story isn’t for everyone. I can’t say that it’s my most proudest accomplishment, but it was a fun bit of smut that I penned last summer.
“Circles Have Ends” at SYW Magazine
I’ve had a bunch of stories surface in the last couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to keep up with them here. I have updated my writing page with all my publications, so if you’re hasty to read them all (and you’re probably not), you can charge over there and get reading, but for the blog I’ll just do my updates one by one.
This update is for my story, “Circles Have Ends”, which is a story I wrote over two years ago. It was an assignment I wrote in a class I took at Chuck Palahniuk’s writing workshop. Since then that workshop has evolved into what is now Lit Reactor, so getting this thing published was a bit of a look back at where my “career” with writing started. I’d been wanting to pursue writing since forever, but I’d never actually been legitimately serious about it until I penned “Circles Have Ends” and I started getting responses. They were good responses, and I really felt good about them, about myself.
I’ll be honest and admit that writing is a real personal, withdrawn sort of hobby. I mean, you can only really write when you’re alone, so I don’t know what’s a more lonely, self-indulging than writing (other than masturbating, I suppose). While I realize that some writers might be extroverts, I was definitely one of the introverted awkward kind of writer until I really started sharing my work outside of my friendship circle, and I mean really sharing the raw and exposed work that was in me, but that I’d never really bothered to write until I was in that class. “Circles Have Ends” was somewhat inspired by my time in high school as a pre-Taylor Swift teen with plenty of insecurities.
“Circles Have Ends” is at its heart a girl’s story. While I was never a ketamine addict, didn’t dye my hair red, and never fucked a total douchebag like the story’s main character Maddie, it was her raw and exposed nature that evolved from the stuff I experienced in high school.
That drive to be something else.
That delusion that people respect you for who you think you are.
That need to escape to a solitary place.
That’s what writing is when you first start out.
“Circles Have Ends” was the first story I started submitting to markets. I got no bites, but a few positive comments from editors who like the writing, but felt that the combination of teenage drug addiction and angst might have been too mainstream or too dark or too odd for their magazine. I thought I was a genius, but plenty of editors could have given less of a shit. I learned a lot just from submitting it, and I grew a lot as well. So I sent it over to SYW Magazine (which will soon become Revolt Daily). I’d met the editor, Laramore Black, via Lit Reactor, and I thought the story would fit with the vibe he’s got over at his magazine. Thankfully he loved it, and now my “would-be publishing deflowering” story has finally found a home.
Music to write depressing fiction to.
It’s not often I end up coming across an artist whose music just sucks me out of my slumber and puts me in a mood. It’s been a while, anyway. These days I’ve been listening to a lot of dance-y stuff to get me out of the whole winter blues thing, but this winter hasn’t been all bad, and then the other day I discovered Exitmusic. I wasn’t aware that Aleksa Palladino was not just an actress, but a rather fine musician as well.
I’ve kind of fallen in love, which is kind of nice since she was killed off Boardwalk Empire and all.