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The Words on the Page

6/15/2011

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2011 has been a year of writing disappointments, at least so far.  I've gotten more rejection slips the past six months than I have ever in my writing life.  Of course, I have been submitting to high tier journals; so that fact may have something to do with the rejection slips.  I didn't get into a writing residence I applied to, a residency I was certain I'd get.  I can't seem to write any poetry that doesn't bore me to absolute tears.  I've sent out my full-length collection to several places, but I've hard nothing.

What's going on? This too, saith the Good Book (or maybe somewhere else), shall pass.  But that passing feels like a mental kidney stone.

I have been writing, however, working on a novel.  I hate to even type that sentence.  I mean--how many people do you know who say, "Oh, I"m working on a novel."  Those same folks spend their time playing video games and watching Dr. Phi.  That's probably an unfair assessment.  Nonetheless, I am writing a novel, a story I've had in my head for quite a while now.  It's quasi-literary, quasi-detective story.  I'm trying to do what writers like James Lee Burke and Michael Lister do:  plant one foot firmly in the terra firma of literary, character-driven fiction & another foot right in the middle of the seedy downtown of Detective Genre Fiction. I'm impressed by writers like Larry Brown & Harry Crews, too, artists who can write compelling, character-driven fiction but who aren't afraid of a gun going off somewhere in the story.

Aside:  why am I writing a novel?  Answer:  because I don't have any new poetry to write.  Even Seamus Heaney leaves me silent, & he's the poet I most often turn to these days for inspiration.

I have around 120 pages or so of usable prose, but every time I write 40 pages, I find myself backtracking to rewrite 20 pages.  I wonder if this is the nature of beast, so to speak?  It's hard to believe that not fifteen years ago, I considered myself a really good prose writer.  I was in my early 20s, & I'd written a longish, talky book about four guys in a band.  The name of the band & the name of the novel was "Mystery of the Egg."  I've still got a good portion of the manuscript somewhere, but it's terrible:  page after page of four guys talking about life, death, sex, drugs, sex, rock-n-roll, sex, drugs, liquor, sex, God, sex, rock-n-roll, & sex.  I remember sitting down to work on that book & feeling as though I knew exactly what I was doing.

Now, when I sit down to work on my current project, I feel lost a lot of the times.  I worry if the prose is crisp, if the action moves, if I'm telling a good story, if the narrative makes sense . . . you name it, & I worry about it.  I realize that this self-consciousness isn't helping me.  At the same time, however, this hyper criticism makes me think about the book all the time.  Was it Harry Crews who said that a novel owns you when you write it?

I worry that I'm too much a poet to be a novelist.  But at the same time, even as I typed that sentence, I'm not even sure what that means.  Am I too focused on the lyric moment to effectively unfold a complex story?  Do images trump narrative for me?  I don't know.  But I do keep writing, & maybe that's the key.

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