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Susan Tepper-I’m working on four large scale projects. The first is a quick revision of a new novel that a publisher has asked to see. It’s the quintessential road novel, with crazy characters and zany plot. Second is a poetry collection based on a tiny room in my house that I converted to my writing space. Third is a 3-act play I co-wrote with Dennis Mahagin over the winter. We have a NYC acting troupe interested, and it may mount in the fall in NY. Fourth is a short prose poem collection called Dear Petrov. The very first of the collection was just published in Apocrypha and Abstractions. Six other pieces from Dear Petrov have been accepted and are coming out soon in various journals.
As for how I do as much as I do, I write compulsively. When I’m not doing a task, or seeing a friend, or some such thing, I write. Day and night. So you do get a lot of product this way. It’s never a task for me to sit down and write. I don’t understand the concept of writers block. It would be like a dancer unable to do a step, which I can’t imagine either.
Susan-Basically, yes. And inner forces too. Though I don’t think it can really be boiled down, why someone expresses in a certain art form, in a certain way. For instance: Why did Van Gogh paint in his style during the same historical period as the other Impressionists whose paintings were so different from Van Gogh’s? I don’t think art or the execution of art can be summed up in a particular way. It is part and parcel of the artist (or writer), their genetics, their history, and how they experience the world, their desires, hopes and fears. Art is a complex mix.
The idea for my novel’s theme came from me asking that question when I got a couple chapters in and the story wasn’t going anywhere. What was Abbie’s afraid of? Then I turned it around a little and asked, what am I afraid of?
Well, that’s what I think it’s about right now. But I’m in the early stages. My current draft is in shambles, and, for all I know, the book may turn out to be something else altogether. We’ll see….I have so much to talk about following my trip to Washington DC where I did double-duty, teaching a “Flash Fiction” class at American University’s World of Communication summer program for high school students and hanging out with my son, Nick, his beautiful wife, Mysti, and of course, the granddaughter, Emily. Both activities were inspiring, exhausting, illuminating, and fantastic fun with the cherry-on-top (if you’ll excuse me a cliche) being a meet-up with Virgie Townsend and the D.C. Binders group on the roof top terrace of the Kennedy Center my last Saturday in the Capital. More about them later.
This is my second year of teaching at AU and I first want to compliment all the students for their hard-work and efforts to understand the elements of flash fiction. These, of course, are the same cornerstones that make up fiction in general. Together, with TA Anna Rutenbeck helming production and earning the title of publisher, the students created a beautiful anthology of short prose, The Fishbowl Journal, V. 2, Krakken Edition. So here’s to Alex McClellan, Amara Everying, Cortney Rielly, David Hernandez, Delany Collin, Gabrielle Feinsmith, Jeff Reynolds, Juana Capelutto, Mariah Marshall, Marian Schmitz, Matt May, and Max Tiefer! I hope in the future to buy your work in bookstores (well, yes, and I guess, Amazon), see you at podiums (podia?), on Saturday Night Live, and slamming poetry. And that goes for you too, Anna, who made my job easily.
The other fun thing was the commute. While I’m not a fan of long commutes in California, riding the subway every day to work was an experience I enjoyed–most of the time! Even in July. In the heat and humidity. Even with a shuttle ride still to go at the end. Time elapsed? If lucky, one hour.
I had to figure out the passes–Superpass or Superplus, I can’t remember. But I know having two cards even with a lot of money on them is gonna get you in trouble. You swipe your pass to get into the Metro loading area, and you swipe it going out. If you don’t use the same card, your egress is blocked. If you go through a gate that is open through no machinations of your own, when you try to exit, you can’t get through. You have to talk to “The Man” who stands there glaring as you swipe the wrong and useless card, feed that card into the maw on the post, resist the commuters pushing you through the locked gate as if they’re on the sinking Titanic.
Then there are the trains themselves. When you try to crowd into a car with a million people and the heavy-set dude in front of you has glue feet, you have to sacrifice an arm to keep the door open while you holler “Can you please move?” Luckily, when you do this, no one cares, not even the man with Superglue on the soles of his shoes. Then when you get on the train with a million people, there’s no place to sit andas the car jerks forward, you consider asking Mr. Adhesive-Wingtips if you can borrow his glue.
What I did on the train when I did get a seat:
I’m teaching Flash Fiction class to high school students in American University’s Discover the World of Communication and thought this short essay might help to clarify why I love Flash Fiction. This article first appeared at FlashFiction.Net on March 15, 2010
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My Kirkus review for What Came Before is in and though I seriously considered not publishing it (when you pay $400 dollars for a review, they kindly let you opt-out of having it available to the reading public), I owe it to myself and others to share it. Doesn’t everyone get lousy reviews?
I remember some old black-and-white movie in which a director, the producers, and actors gather in a restaurant (Sardi’s?) waiting for the newspaper reviews after the debut of their play. All About Eve comes to mind, but maybe not.
Anyway, reviews, it is posited, can make or break a play, a movie, a book. As creative people, we think we need them and we think what we’ve done may be good enough for a good review, but not every piece of work will appeal to everyone. The question is, should a review hurt our chances of success?
I don’t think so. I hope not.
How many times have I read in the Los Angeles Times that this movie or that movie is a transcendental experience or a piece of garbage, and after seeing said movie wonder, what the hell? To use a cliche (a writing flaw my anonymous critic accuses me of), beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I just read the other day that curriculum honchos in schools in England have dropped Of Mice and Men and To Kill a Mockingbird from required reading lists. The Huffington Post has tried to make us writers feel better by publishing in 2012 “Bad Reviews of Great Authors.” Here are a couple of examples:
LET ME BE CLEAR! I am in no way claiming my little book is anything like the books we commonly love and admire. However, what I am saying is that although there are some valid points to my critic’s analysis (occasional cliches, clues too easy, lacking “gravitas”), it seems to me that he/she hasn’t given me much credit for the things some of my readers believe I did accomplish. “Unsatisfying” I think is the word that struck me as NOT the common experience.
There are a couple hints in the review that perhaps it has some merit, but none proffered without a “but,” an “although,” “that said,” or “nevertheless,” making it difficult to use the good bits without feeling as if I’m cheating.
So here’s the link to the KIRKUS REVIEW. Although reading it may discourage a read or two, but if you want to give What Came Before a chance–and hopefully see for yourself if you like it–it’s still online FREE online, all seventy chapters at EVERY DAY NOVELS.
And yes, if you agree or disagree with the review, Kirkus allows for comments.
You can also purchase it for KINDLE or in a gift edition hardback at AMAZON.com or BN.com. Trade paperback is coming soon. Other ebook options at Tomely.
The challenge: Write a story (beginning, middle and end) that hints at a larger story, but is complete within itself, in 25 words or less. The most famous piece of hint fiction was written by Hemingway:
For sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
Hint Fiction demands reader involvement. “Why were the baby shoes never worn?” we’re left to contemplate. It hints at much more, yet is complete in and of itself.
Write your story on your own blog, then come back here and link up your post. Be sure and visit everyone else’s offering and support your fellow writers with a comment. If you don’t have a blog, you may leave your story in my comment section below. Write and post as many as you want. Link-up will be active through June 1st.
Have fun!
Want to know more about hint fiction? Visit Robert Swartwood’s Hint Fiction website by clicking here.