Friday, December 26, 2008

Thoughts on Writing for Beginners: Step One

So you're thinking about writing. Maybe even a book. Good. You should. I want you to.

For the purpose of this discussion I'm going to start with memoir, because everybody has a life, but not everybody has a story idea for fiction.

It used to be that only famous people, or quasi-famous people, had the "right" to write an autobiography, or what we called "memoirs." I was a Vegas showgirl and I dated Frank Sinatra, etc... But more recently, a new form developed. People with relatively normal lives started telling their own life stories as if they were fiction. Maybe they were better writers, but otherwise normal. (Or as normal as writers could be.) Terms like "narrative nonfiction" or sometimes "literary nonfiction" were in the air, probably to prevent confusion between the old "memoirs" and the new "memoir."

Around that time, I became interested in writing a memoir about my pregnancy juxtaposed with my husband's recovery from brain surgery. The books on my lap during the earliest drafts were Operating Instructions by Anne Lamott, The Blue Jay's Dance by Louise Erdrich, Everyday Sacred by Sue Bender and The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. (Mango Street is technically fiction, but if I understand correctly it is largely autobiographical. And the small chunks adding up to telling a story seemed really relevant for me---though I didn't know yet that I was going to write novels in verse.) I read all the memoir I could find, though it wasn't clearly categorized yet. Or it was just beginning to be.

Then came momoir...all the books about motherhood. If that's where your interest lies, seek out ones that are similar. See how they're done. See what they're missing. See what you can do with the topic that hasn't been done before. I've looked into some funny irreverent ones, but none of them seemed to bust sod like Operating Instructions did. But many years have passed, and maybe I've changed as a reader.

Lamott's agent at the time, who suggested her letters should be a book, has gone on to write beautiful and unusual memoir herself, though not narrative in the traditional sense. Again, chunks can be in any order, but they add up to a complete story. Do yourself a favor and read Safekeeping and Three Dog Life by Abby Thomas if you haven't already. Then you'll be so inspired to write your own stories, that you should look at her Thinking about Memoir, as well. And Lamott's Bird by Bird for writers in general.

Another favorite combo, Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones will jump start you into writing that very day. Then her memoir Long Quiet Highway will keep you at it forever.

So, this is Step One: Read
  • Look up your title online, if you have one. Google, Amazon, State Library Search.
  • Look up your topic, in this case memoir with similar themes. See if there's a niche unfilled. And don't be discouraged if it looks like it has all been done. Maybe yours will be the only funny one. Anyway, your style and voice will be different---I'll talk more about that in future posts.
  • Read memoir.
  • Read books on writing/writing memoir.
And that's it. Anyone can write. They just have to start.

Check in again soon for Step Two.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Santa's in the Air

We are checking his progress online. My girls can't quite grasp that he's already hard at work on homes around the globe where it is night time.

Most of the wrapping is done. Still have to make the coffee cake. Can't have Christmas morning without it. Franny insists on Ina Garten's Sour Cream Coffee Cake every year now, since the first time I made it. My girls call it "Mommy's Crumby Coffee Cake." (Don't worry it is crumb cake.) The egg nog is waiting for Franny to bring home some liquor. Grace is knitting away at her scarf, sporadically. She has taken me up on a matching funds grant: I'll knit 5 rows for every row she knits. (She wants a long long scarf "Because Santa's a BIG man, Mommy.") I think I might have to increase to 10 rows to 1. Yikes.

Grace and I read The House Without a Christmas Tree, by Gail Rock,
one of my favorites from childhood. I still have my own tattered copy, though not the one pictured in this link. I'll scan it later if I have time. Such beautiful illustrations in it, too. The grandmother just undoes me. If you ever had a grandmother, or wished you had a grandmother, she'll get to you, too. Unless you have no soul, in which case, I can't help you and you probably wouldn't be reading this anyway.

Merry Christmas---I hope you get everything you want, and some nice surprises you didn't even know you wanted!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Ah, it's here!

A nice crisp copy of Brain, Child arrived in my mailbox amid all the Christmas tidings and wadded-up packages containing things that probably should not be wadded up. I got to see my name in print before the ax falls on 2008.

It's not there yet, but when I say "go," you will look here for the new cover and some articles, though probably not mine.

A good Christmas present.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

The World View of Frances Mae

A friend sent one of those emails where kids have responded to questions about the universe. Why did God make mothers? Because she's the only one who knows where the Scotch tape is, etc. I asked Frances Mae some of the questions.

Me: Why did God make mothers?
FM: To drive us around.

Me: What did he make mothers out of?
FM: Out of skin wrappers...(duh!)

Me: What did she need to know about your father before they married?
FM: That they loved each other.

Me: Why did your mother marry your father?
FM: Because he was funny.

Update 12/11/08: Both girls responded "Because he was funny."
Then we asked, "Why did Daddy marry Mommy?"
And they both scratched their heads for a really long time.
Finally, FM says, "I don't know...maybe you used to be pretty."

Just in case you didn't know, God made little girls...

out of grocery bags.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Story Quilts

I don't remember not knowing about story quilts. Maybe I just dreamed the idea. Or I assumed that applique and quilting would tell many stories together. Other cultures tell stories through textiles. But if you search on "story quilts," the first name that comes up is Harriet Powers. One of my girls and I stumbled upon her biography, Stitching Stars by Mary E. Lyons, in the library.
Born into slavery in Georgia in 1837 (d. 1910), she created two masterworks destined to survive. Both tell stories from the Bible. She reluctantly sold the first for five dollars, saying (as recorded by the new owner) "Owin to de hardness of de times, my ole man lows I'd better tech hit."

It lives in the Smithsonian in D.C. Her second Bible quilt, commissioned by fans of the first, now resides at the MFA in Boston:

Why am I thinking about Harriet Powers and her Bible quilts? In Three Rivers Rising/Revising, the character Maura creates a quilt with her family tree. One block for her childhood, one for her husband's, one in the middle for their wedding...etc. Winter evenings are long in the mountains, and especially damp in the valley, so she waits for her husband by the fire, warming herself with the quilt as she works on it. My (wonderful) editor thought the images would be abstract and you'd have to know the language of quilts (when triangles are geese, etc.). I needed to clarify what I was picturing as closer to realism.

No, Maura is not a freed slave in 1889, but I don't have any trouble imagining that other story quilts have popped up over the course of history. And that they went unrecorded. And were eventually lost...to use, to fires, and even to floods.