Song: Turn The Page - Bob Seger
How We "Met"
I had been writing the same book for years. I had been writing by committee-finishing pages and then asking friends for feedback. Then I'd edit accordingly- ripping up the rhythm, removing characters, decimating plots and adding non-sense in hopes that this girl would like it, then that one. Talk about ridiculous. I wanted to be better, but the way I was going about it was by trying to be liked. Sound the gong! That doesn't work no-how for nobody. Unless you're commissioned-I guess. But then
don't artists get commissioned for their work? Whose work was mine? Everyone's but.
I have always loved reading. I read everybody from Cheerios copy to Hemingway. Typically, I'd find myself most engrossed in literary fiction or anything with a historical bent. However, now, in 2009, I was trying to BE a writer- I was reading to break down stories in order to see how they were best told. What was the recipe? Why did this bunch sell out and that bunch collect dust? I understood why classics were classics- they were great! (Great at collecting dust:D.) I understood why "bad"writers went into consecutive printings- they were fun! Current and cathartic even. Then I'd go back and read my own stuff. Do you remember hearing your own voice for the first time played back on video or voice message? That's how it felt, the horror of thinking you are one way (cool, deep, amazing) and hearing clearly that you:
A.) Talk slow as shit and B.) Obviously suffer chronic sinusitis.
Oh wait, this is about you, not me! (Actually, it's supposed to be about our author. Slap my face. That hurt. Less palm next time.) Okay, so maybe your personal brush with your actual voice made you say something like, "I love my voice! It's even better than in my head!" Or like me, "That's what I sound like? Sign language for me. I'm never talking again." But you do because you must. So it was with me and writing. I had to write yet my voice made me cringe like I was watching someone chew bananas with their mouth open. It still does sometimes, (ie: this piece feels like the part where the mashed banana gets pushed through the slivers of the front teeth.) And while sign language is beautiful it's surprisingly complicated- not to mention the low numbers of co-signers amongst the general pop. I thought getting my Dad to co-sign on a Corvette when I was 16 was impossible? Try getting the kid at Dunkin' Donuts to swear he poured decaf while only using your hands and facial expressions.) But I had given up the idea of being published.
Until this day. I was making a return to my roots of reading for pleasure. There was a display of "Librarians Picks"- books librarians themselves recommend. One paperback stood out- Love Stories In This Town by Amanda Eyre Ward. I love, love. I fell for these stories fast. But they weren't like any of the love stories I'd heard before. Fresh, twisted, deep, irreverent, funny. I was in heaven. She had her own voice and it didn't feel categorized. She was true to herself and in that I found the permission to be true to myself. Being true to yourself-the attribute that is always cathartic and in my case often requires dusting. Classic. I had a voice. A gift not bequest to all creatures-use it, I said to myself, you must. (I hope you will say that to yourself!)
Here are my five (plus) questions and her answers, enjoy.
AEW: What a great question. It stops me in my tracks, actually. I guess I always knew how much I loved creating fictional worlds and how great it feels to craft a perfect sentence. That hasn't changed at all with book deals, etc. The actual act of writing is exactly the same as when I first typed on my Brother word processor in college. I have always written in a closet (or a motel room), and when we moved recently, I chose a big, gorgeous room to write in. After a few weeks, however, I moved to the closet, where I'm working now. I guess I just feel happiest here, as if I'm hiding in a Nancy Drew crawl space. I must admit that the validation feels wonderful. It can be lonely to write all day, and being able to talk to people about my work is extremely rewarding.
AEW: I have three children. I write three days a week in my closet, and weekends in motel rooms as necessary. Two days a week, I hang out with my daughter and see friends, grocery shop, etc. I try to be completely focused on my work or completely with my kids. I don't watch TV, so I also read a lot. I try to say no to almost everything else. I make deadlines for myself, and stick to them. That said, novels can't be tamed: I just set aside a book I'd worked on for three years. I couldn't figure it out.
"What I like in a good author isn't what he says, but what he whispers."
Logan Pearsall Smith, essayist (1865-1946)
Logan Pearsall Smith, essayist (1865-1946)
** It wasn't the world of writing that was generous, it was the world of Amanda Eyre Ward.
Click here to link to her website.
Click here to link to her website.
My first blush was with Love Stories In This Town. The rest of her books are as delicious and inspiring. Please do yourself a favor and read them. I am honored and proud to host author Amanda Eyre Ward as the SpunkerFly Woman of the Month. Knowing her work I imagine her answers are deceptively simple, look close. "A novel can't be tamed..." So good. No matter what your ambition, Amanda's daily choices quietly reveal all we need know about setting goals, supporting those goals with strong boundaries and focus-in order to achieve the work-life balance that eludes most. (Run on sentence anybody? I'm out of breath. Editor!)
For creatives her words on craft are boss- "I am very careful about who I show work to, and even careful about who I talk to on writing days." That floored my inner/outer people pleaser. While Amanda admits that being recognized for her work has its rewards, her strongest message was that the writing itself remains the main event. Here, here! Since our interview I have integrated some of her techniques. I have written twice as much as I did before getting on board. Although, I haven't managed to break up with my T.V., I can't wait to to use, "I'm going to the motel to write for the weekend, mind the kids," wink wink...
How We "Met"
I had been writing the same book for years. I had been writing by committee-finishing pages and then asking friends for feedback. Then I'd edit accordingly- ripping up the rhythm, removing characters, decimating plots and adding non-sense in hopes that this girl would like it, then that one. Talk about ridiculous. I wanted to be better, but the way I was going about it was by trying to be liked. Sound the gong! That doesn't work no-how for nobody. Unless you're commissioned-I guess. But then
don't artists get commissioned for their work? Whose work was mine? Everyone's but.
I have always loved reading. I read everybody from Cheerios copy to Hemingway. Typically, I'd find myself most engrossed in literary fiction or anything with a historical bent. However, now, in 2009, I was trying to BE a writer- I was reading to break down stories in order to see how they were best told. What was the recipe? Why did this bunch sell out and that bunch collect dust? I understood why classics were classics- they were great! (Great at collecting dust:D.) I understood why "bad"writers went into consecutive printings- they were fun! Current and cathartic even. Then I'd go back and read my own stuff. Do you remember hearing your own voice for the first time played back on video or voice message? That's how it felt, the horror of thinking you are one way (cool, deep, amazing) and hearing clearly that you:
A.) Talk slow as shit and B.) Obviously suffer chronic sinusitis.
Oh wait, this is about you, not me! (Actually, it's supposed to be about our author. Slap my face. That hurt. Less palm next time.) Okay, so maybe your personal brush with your actual voice made you say something like, "I love my voice! It's even better than in my head!" Or like me, "That's what I sound like? Sign language for me. I'm never talking again." But you do because you must. So it was with me and writing. I had to write yet my voice made me cringe like I was watching someone chew bananas with their mouth open. It still does sometimes, (ie: this piece feels like the part where the mashed banana gets pushed through the slivers of the front teeth.) And while sign language is beautiful it's surprisingly complicated- not to mention the low numbers of co-signers amongst the general pop. I thought getting my Dad to co-sign on a Corvette when I was 16 was impossible? Try getting the kid at Dunkin' Donuts to swear he poured decaf while only using your hands and facial expressions.) But I had given up the idea of being published.
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| Packing up an old desk-I found this calendar. I used it to track my writing days XNOS=yes Look at August 6- "Read Amanda Ward..." |
Until this day. I was making a return to my roots of reading for pleasure. There was a display of "Librarians Picks"- books librarians themselves recommend. One paperback stood out- Love Stories In This Town by Amanda Eyre Ward. I love, love. I fell for these stories fast. But they weren't like any of the love stories I'd heard before. Fresh, twisted, deep, irreverent, funny. I was in heaven. She had her own voice and it didn't feel categorized. She was true to herself and in that I found the permission to be true to myself. Being true to yourself-the attribute that is always cathartic and in my case often requires dusting. Classic. I had a voice. A gift not bequest to all creatures-use it, I said to myself, you must. (I hope you will say that to yourself!)
I saw her email on her webpage and I typed with shaky fingers my first fan letter. She responded! After that I read her whole profile. She had been at Williams College, (my favorite summer was at Williamstown Theater Festival, she had little boys, I had little boys, I wrote in the morning, she wrote in the morning...). It became obvious that the universe was intervening. Or that I was becoming a stalker. I went with my first thought. (I had read The Secret). Unsurprisingly, I did the next embarrassing thing and asked her to read a few of my pages, (slap me again.) Amanda replied that she was on deadline for her next book though happy to refer me to her agent. Then she recommended two additional agents and told me to use her as a referral. I nearly fell off my chair. Talk about 'I'll do you one better'. Requesting her agent never even occurred to me. I had one run in with a writer- a friend who nearly took my head off when her agent asked me to submit my stuff- that left me terrified- no thanks. **Yet, here was a complete well-accomplished stranger handing over her connections as naturally as taking her next breath. It gave me a tremendous boost. If in your life, no matter what you do, if you manage to help one person feel hope for even one day-you have succeeded. I felt super hopeful.
That book on deadline? Close Your Eyes, was published in July, 2011, received a four-star review in People Magazine, won the Elle Lettres Readers' Prize for September. was named Kirkus' Best Books of 2011, and won the Elle Magazine Fiction Book of the Year. It is now in paperback.
Here are my five (plus) questions and her answers, enjoy.
1. When you dreamt of being a published author (did you) what did you imagine life like and how is reality different?
AEW: What a great question. It stops me in my tracks, actually. I guess I always knew how much I loved creating fictional worlds and how great it feels to craft a perfect sentence. That hasn't changed at all with book deals, etc. The actual act of writing is exactly the same as when I first typed on my Brother word processor in college. I have always written in a closet (or a motel room), and when we moved recently, I chose a big, gorgeous room to write in. After a few weeks, however, I moved to the closet, where I'm working now. I guess I just feel happiest here, as if I'm hiding in a Nancy Drew crawl space. I must admit that the validation feels wonderful. It can be lonely to write all day, and being able to talk to people about my work is extremely rewarding.
2. What steps did you take to first get published?
AEW: I went to graduate school, writing conferences, and contacted agents...the usual routes. But the best advice I got was from my professor, Bill Kittredge. As I was finishing graduate school, he said, "move to where your best friend is and write". It's really important to finish your first novel, and not get hung up on the first fifty pages, always tinkering, never hauling it over the finish line.
Interesting! See how she DIDN'T answer, "I tried to crack the code on my own perusing the RVCPL and then sent fan email before basically giving up." Shrewd.
Interesting! See how she DIDN'T answer, "I tried to crack the code on my own perusing the RVCPL and then sent fan email before basically giving up." Shrewd.
3. How do you write with kids? Do you have a daily routine? How important are deadlines to your process?
4. I had this friend read my stuff who insisted no matter what the story line-that the fiction was true and about me. It was so irritating. It was as if she were implying I was a hack (maybe;) and a liar. Does that ever happen to you?
AEW: I would never let this person ever see any of your work again. I don't show my work to anyone except a very few, trusted friends (mainly writers). It's so precious, and weird reactions can ruin the work. This used to happen to me, but now I am very careful about who I show work to, and even careful about who I talk to on writing days.
5. When you do pull on your life, do people get mad? Do others opinions freeze you up?
AEW: It is really hard, but I write fiction and of course, fiction comes from a mixture of my experience, my reading, my mistakes. I do not worry about what is real and what isn't real AT ALL until the very last draft. I write the absolute best pages I can, no matter who might be upset or hurt. In the final stages, I will sometimes ask my editor, "Do I really need this scene?" If she says yes, I talk to the person who might be upset. Usually, we can change the scenes to cut anything questionable. I really try to make a bubble for myself where I can write, and I don't let the world into my closet until the very end.
Again, I can't thank you enough! You are FLY!
AEW: THANK YOU!!
*Amanda's new novel is to be published Spring, 2015! I can't wait.
AEW: THANK YOU!!
*Amanda's new novel is to be published Spring, 2015! I can't wait.
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