I need a vision in order to move on. I need to have a destination planned. However, I need a destination planned with a somewhat vague route to follow, which has many turns that I can take. In literature I have developed my own set of “rules”, open-ended directions if you will. As a reader, I now know the kind of writing that grabs me the … Continue reading Vision for Writing
“So, Rachel, you want to be a writer?” the cook asks me. I’m at work but it’s a slow night so I linger in the kitchen to chat with the staff. I nod my head and the cook says, “To be a writer, you have to touch reality.” Of course. Write what you know. I’ve been working in a restaurant for the past four months … Continue reading You Can’t Touch Me
Tuesdays have slowly morphed into my writing day. I sit down, and perhaps I’ll edit a short story that I’ve already written or type out a new poem onto my computer but the hardest thing to do is to write out something new. What on earth am I going to write about? How am I going to portray that? What shall I write next? And … Continue reading Living Creatively
“What are you doing, Rachel?” She’s caught me, again. Mom peers into my room and sees me Skyping my boyfriend for the second time that day. “You’re not getting anything done,” she says. She’s right. I wrap up the conversation, go on my brother’s laptop, and apply to three jobs. Then, for the hundredth time, I read the guidelines for applying to Iowa’s MFA creative … Continue reading the Graduate Life
I don’t belong here. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m at a private party on the upper level of a Foyles bookshop in Soho. Literary agents and editors from publishing companies as big as Jonathan Cape and HarperCollins mingle around me. I grip a large glass of wine and flash my colleague a perky smile. She’s the reason I got a ticket to this … Continue reading Who Wants to be a Writer?