This summer Pale Hearts was featured on American Bookfest.
I’m so grateful to all the readers who’ve told me they enjoyed the book! Thank you for taking the time to read it and share your kind words. I always appreciate Amazon or Goodreads reviews too, if you have a few minutes to comment on the book. It helps other readers find the book, and it helps me as I continue to write!
This fall I’m leading another writing workshop at the Lawrence Branch of Mercer County Library. It will be on September 15 at 10 a.m., and the subject will be description. We’ll talk about how to use descriptive language to make your writing vivid.
Sometimes, when my to-do list grows longer and longer, I feel like I can’t possibly write until I clear all of the other tasks. I plan to allocate a few days just to focus on the chores. Then, when they’re done, my mind will be free for writing.
It never quite works out that way. As soon as one thing is completed, two more replace it. I never get as much done on chore days as I hope. The to-do list is never defeated. Instead it morphs over time, leaving me frustrated at how much of life is given over to administration–mundane tasks that keep everything running, but steal huge amounts of time in the process.
I first started writing seriously in the months after I graduated from college. At the time, I didn’t yet have a job, and that was when I started keeping track of the hours I wrote each week. At first I found it difficult to write for more than two hours per day. I figured I had time to build up my endurance. One day, however, I had a realization. If I couldn’t make myself write for more than two hours when I was as free as I’d ever be, then I wasn’t really being serious at all. I had to make better use of my time. I’d never be that free again.
This revelation was unfortunately true. I have never had enough time to write. Even during my wonderful four-week residency last year, I was filled with a sense of desperation. I wrote eight hours a day, wrote until my fingers hurt and I couldn’t think anymore. I knew that, as soon as I went back to real life, it would be so hard to find the time. There are always other, more important things to do. Always. Lately my to-do list has gotten alarmingly long, and it’s tempting to put aside writing until all everything is done. I wish I could clear the decks so I’d have the time to focus on my novel like it deserves.
Writing, especially fiction writing, takes a certain kind of irresponsibility. You have to find the will to set aside more important things. For people like me, this is difficult and anxiety-inducing. But there will never be a good time to write. You have to write when you’re uncomfortable and hurried and anxious. If you wait, you’ll never write a thing.
Calling all central NJ writers and readers! Join me for a fiction talk at Mercer Country Library (Lawrence Branch) at 10 am on April 21. I’ll be discussing description: what does it accomplish, and how can you use it to make your own writing more vivid? My focus is on fiction, but similar techniques are applicable to non-fiction as well.
A few months ago, I had the great fortune to be a Visiting Artist at New York Mills Regional Cultural Center. The center is located in New York Mills, a tiny, wonderful town in the middle of rural Minnesota. Despite its small size, New York Mills has a vibrant arts scene. The Center hosts concerts, art exhibits, classes, and a gift shop stocked with crafts by local artists. It also has a Visiting Artist program. Each artist is in residency for 2-4 weeks, living alone in a cheerful yellow house near the center of town.
My residency was scheduled for 4 weeks in November and December 2016. I flew from Boston to Minneapolis, rented a car, and drove the three hours to New York Mills. As soon as I set foot in the artist house, I felt a sense of peace and excitement. There was a scrapbook filled with journal entries from the artists who’d stayed there before. The house had a small kitchen, a bedroom, and two work spaces with large desks, perfect for writing. Once I’d stocked up on groceries, I holed up inside (frigid temperatures helped!) and wrote, drafting about 100 pages of my novel-in-progress. I met lots of interesting, friendly people around town–artists, writers, the local baker, a taxidermist. I learned about dark house spear fishing and the local boat factory. I also held a workshop, participated in a reading, and visited 3 English classes at the high school. It was a fruitful and creative month.
Finally, my talented photographer friend Kate Kearns took some lovely photos of me and my book last fall. I’m just getting around to posting them now because I’ve been preoccupied by several life changes, including a move. But, finally, here they are!
I am thrilled to share Compulsive Reader’s review of PALE HEARTS. Reviewer Ruth Latta had many kind things to say about the book. She also took the time to write in detail about some individual stories. The stories she focused on were somewhat different than the ones that occupied the greatest part of my attention, and it was refreshing to see the book through someone else’s eyes.
I particularly appreciated the assessment that “the fifteen thought-provoking stories in Pale Hearts are both literature and entertainment.” I’m starting to realize that I sit right in the middle of the great supposed “literary” and “genre” divide. I love Melville, Flaubert, and Faulkner. I also love Stephen King and Michael Crichton. I find a lot of so-called literary fiction pretentious and boring, while many great genre fiction books are overlooked by the literary world. Some of my favorite contemporary authors, like Haruki Murakami, Margaret Atwood, and Donna Tartt, are people who don’t fit neatly into genre/literary distinctions. I hope I can achieve that balance in my own work.