Author: Mandy Mikulencak

  • Taos Day 1: Aromatic Rain, ‘White Heat’ Writing and the Cultural Value of Poetry

    I’m at the Taos Summer Writers’ Conference until Saturday. The four-hour drive to Taos not so bad considering the incredible scenery. At one point, I could smell a rainstorm for a mile before drops starting hitting the car.

    At the welcome dinner we were seated with the writers who will be in the same workshops for the week. My workshop is advanced short fiction led by Pam Houston, who also ate with us at our table. Nice ice breaker before our class begins tomorrow morning.

    The keynote reading was by Cristina Garcia, author of Dreaming in Cuban, The Aguero Sisters, Monkey Hunting and The Lady Matador’s Hotel. Such rich, vivid imagery in her complex tales that take place around the world but all have a Cuban thread. I asked what type of research she conducts for books set in other countries like China, Iran and Mexico. I received the most unexpected and intriguing answer: she reads poetry from those countries (from the specific time period) because she says the poets capture the culture and essence of the people so much better than history books.

    When someone asked about her process, she said that only a small fraction of the time is the writing the “white heat” periods where the passage writes itself, almost perfect in form. The rest of the time is adding detail and layers; the document alive and changing.

    I’m fortunate that I’ve had those “white heat” periods. Garcia says the trick is capturing the same beauty and perfection of those passages in the rest of the book.

    More from Taos tomorrow.

  • Just a Boring Saturday Killing Dogs

    Just a Boring Saturday Killing Dogs

    Last September I blogged about a book called “What If? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers.” One exercise asked the writer to kill a dog. The thought being if an actor can portray a serial killer with realism, writers must be able to write about things they have never done and may never do — rob a bank, rule a country, kill a dog.

    My nephew, Hunter, also a writer, is living with us this summer. He and I kind of moped around most of the day, not really wanting to do anything but not wanting to sit around either. We both knew we should be reading or writing but hey, sometimes it’s hard to be motivated on a lazy Saturday.
    When he suggested we try an exercise from the “What If?” book, I thought it’d be fun to do a timed writing prompt with him. He chose the ‘kill the dog’ exercise. The pressure of a 30-minute exercise really jumpstarted my creativity and motivation to write. I was pleasantly surprised by the resulting short story. (I killed two pitt bulls with rat poison pressed into a raw rump roast. Hunter killed a jack russell terrier by wrapping its legs in electrical tape and then backing up over it with a car. You really need to read the full stories.)

    I’m looking forward to more writing exercises this week at the Taos Writers’ Conference.
  • On Reading, Writing and Smiling at Hamsters

    On Reading, Writing and Smiling at Hamsters

    Miscellanea today because I’m busy and scattered and not feeling any word love.

    TAOS, HERE I COME
    I’m trying to wrap up some urgent work stuff before I head to the Taos Summer Writers’ Conference next week. My instructor assigned some reading – short stories in an anthology edited by author Joyce Carol Oates. I enjoyed all of assigned stories. One, in particular, is probably one of the best short stories I’ve ever read. Ever. Incarnations of Burned Children by David Foster Wallace drew me in and twisted my insides out. If you read it, let me know your reaction.

    BEING ‘PRE-PUBLISHED’
    I recently read a blog by a literary agent encouraging would-be writers to savor the time prior to becoming published authors. He included this story about a writer he knows: Before publication, when she sat down to write, she could do whatever she wanted. There were no expectations about what she’d write, no deadlines to write to, and no promotional commitments to take her away from her creative time. She felt that she lost a little something when she became a published writer, and she wished that other authors would stop and enjoy the process.

    The blog got both positive and negative comments. The jury’s still out for me. I do enjoy this time because yes, I feel creativity is within my control. I can tell the story I want to tell. Once published, will that be the case? Or will I worry more about what would sell?

    I wonder how others feel about major life events and whether they can savor the time before those events: the years we spend in high school or college, the weeks leading up to a wedding, the days spent training for a marathon. Thoughts?

    SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT
    This has nothing to do with writing but I have to tell the world how freakin’ obsessed I am with the hamsters in the Kia SOUL commercial. I watch the YouTube video at least once a day. Hey, it makes me smile. Shouldn’t we smile at least once daily?

  • When Safety Becomes Dangerous

    When Safety Becomes Dangerous

    My friend Wendi e-mailed me a list of 50 quotes associated with risk taking that she found on BusinessWeek.com. I’ve culled the list to the six that resonate.

    • “Security is mostly a superstition. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” —Helen Keller
    • “If things seem under control, you are just not going fast enough.” —Mario Andretti
    • “Don’t be afraid to take a big step. You can’t cross a chasm in two small jumps.” —David Lloyd George
    • “Do one thing every day that scares you.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
    • “The dangers of life are infinite, and among them is safety.” —Goethe
    • “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” —Anais Nin

    Of course, risk is one of those words that knots my stomach and closes down my mind instantly. Growing up in chaos created an almost obsessive desire for control and safety in my adult life. So, what do I do? I pursue a risky profession that holds no guarantees and requires big leaps of faith — almost daily. Ha! The universe chuckles at the irony.

    Goethe probably put it best in that ‘safety’ is one of life’s dangers. Pursuit of it can close down our spirits to the breathtaking heights we can reach without fear. Safety makes the world very small. It’s a death shroud, shielding us from the wonders of life and living.

    There is so much joy in creativity when we put aside the idea that it can be controlled. Has fear of risk kept you from a dream? What help do you need to blossom?

  • When Preciousness Gets in Your Way

    One of the hardest things an author does is let go of something personal – like a title of a book. For many, many months, I’ve stuck to one working title: God Doesn’t Like Sweet Cornbread (and Other Things She Told Me).

    The title comes from my favorite chapter in the book. I became so attached to the title, the words became precious and sacrosanct. I think I became attached to its differentness, its cleverness. God and cornbread? God’s a She?

    When I thought of changing the title before, I became defensive and sought out opinions that mirrored mine. This doesn’t have anything to do with God being part of the title (although an earlier fear was that someone would think this was a religious book).

    The issue is capturing the public’s attention and reflecting the book as a whole, not just one chapter. I perused the New York Times Bestseller Lists for the past several years. The vast majority of titles are two, three or four words.
    The Overton Window
    The Help
    Low-Country Summer
    Naamah’s Curse
    Fever Dream
    The Mermaid Chair
    Haunted
    Vanishing Acts

    This isn’t about wanting a bestseller (but what author doesn’t). This is about having a fighting chance to at least pitch the book and Cissy’s story without having an agent shut down because of the title.

    What book titles have attracted you in the past? Do you agree about the brevity in today’s titles?

  • When Roadrunner’s Anvil Hit Mandy’s Noggin

    I hate traveling.
    I hate hotel rooms.
    I hate conferences.
    I hate conference food (i.e., rubber banquet chicken, too much sugar and caffeine).

    So, there. You’re prepared for the state of mind I’m in while writing this blog entry.

    When traveling, I usually bring a magazine for the flight. Something light since my laptop already weighs a ton. I decided to bring a flat, little book titled The War of Art by Steven Pressfield. The quote on the cover from Esquire: “A vital gem. A kick in the ass.”

    I’m still at the ‘kick in the ass’ part. Wow, holy crap and all that. I read a lot of books about developing your craft as a writer, overcoming self-doubt, following your dreams. This little book trumps them all. It’s an adrenaline shot to your heart and the Roadrunner’s anvil dropped on your noggin.

    RESISTANCE will do anything to keep you from doing your work. It will perjure, fabricate, falsify; seduce, bully cajole. By definition, it is self-sabotage.
    COMBATTING RESISTANCE (Turning Pro): The amateur believes he must first overcome his fear to do his work. The pro knows that fear can never be overcome.

    I am going to buy this book for everyone I know that has erected obstacles to their own success. More than that, I’m going to keep reading this book…over and over and over until I start believing I wrote those words myself.

    Now, I need to leave for another rubber chicken banquet. Flight back to Durango tomorrow.

  • Miscellaneous, Caffeine-Induced Thoughts

    Miscellaneous, Caffeine-Induced Thoughts

    No one theme for this morning’s blog. Just felt like writing. Imagine that!

    Could it be that I eat chocolate-covered espresso beans with my DECAF coffee?

    1. FINALLY decided to open a Twitter account to follow agents, publishers and other stakeholders in the publishing industry (in addition to The Onion and People magazine, of course). When agents tweet about reading queries or partial manuscripts (sometimes at coffee shops and sometimes by the pool!), it kind of makes my head hurt wondering when they’ll get to mine. Their personal tweets, though, make them seem so much more human (and so much less scary). I still feel like an icky voyeur but I’ll get over that soon. ;0

    2. With inspiration from Joanie T., my therapist, I’ve developed a system for surviving agent rejection! On small bits of paper, I’ve written ways to treat myself. These bits go in a basket and will be drawn randomly as I receive rejections. An espresso, a walk around the block, a Cowtail from Fuzzywigs Candy Factory, a candy apple from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, a phone call to a friend in the middle of a workday. YOUR ASSIGNMENT: Help me come up with other ways to treat myself that won’t break the bank! I’m expecting quite a few rejections.

    3. Am gearing up for the Taos Summer Writers’ Conference in mid July. I’m taking a weeklong advanced fiction workshop led by author Pam Houston. I’m terrified to workshop my writing but I got so much out of last year’s Ghost Ranch writers’ retreat that I am looking forward to the ‘growth’ I will experience. If you get a chance, read Houston’s “Cowboys Are My Weakness.” An amazing collection of short stories. Perfect summer reading. In fact, my second novel is turning out to be a collection of linked short stories. Serendipity!

    4. Wow. Caffeine is an amazing thing after you’ve been off it for a while. Where can I find a marathon to run?? Well, a hike on the Colorado trail will have to do. Oh my Goddess, I love living in Colorado.

    Happy weekend to everyone, and don’t forget to add to my “Ways to Treat Mandy” basket!

  • Offering Your Egg to the World

    Today, I ran across an interesting blog post from author Mary DeMuth. This paragraph has stayed with me:
    It’s time we step out of the shadows of fear as writers. It’s time we view our art not only as art, but as a risky gift. Something that costs us. Something that worries us at night, makes us tremble in the day. Breaking the mold and innovating involves that kind of sacrifice. The question is, are you willing?

    While writing Cissy’s story, not once did I think the story shouldn’t be told. Yet, after finishing it, I wondered if the themes were too ‘hard’ for a mainstream novel. I told myself that’s why I was reticent about sharing the draft of the book. In fact, I was scared out of my mind about offering up a part of myself and risking that it wouldn’t be received well.

    A women’s group I belonged to used to refer to this as offering an egg. As we heal and grow stronger, we hold out our hands, gently offering a fragile part of ourselves. We do so tentatively at first, then more boldly. We constantly assess who we trust enough to hold our egg, to treat it with respect and to honor what the egg means to us.

    Yes, Mary, I do worry at night and I do tremble in the day. Yet, I’ve never been so sure that the time is right to risk whatever awaits me as I offer up Cissy’s story to the world. So far, the people I’ve trusted to read my draft have given me the greatest gift of all: their certainty that the book will find a home one day.

    Have you offered your egg to the world? Was it worth the risk you took?

  • Humanity Is Not Always Pretty But It Binds Us

    I read an interview in the Boston Globe with Michael Zadoorian, author of The Leisure Seeker. He said that 16 agents turned down the book, mainly because it was the story of a couple in their 80s, one dying of cancer and one who has Alzheimer’s. The couple yearns for one last adventure and takes off in their ’78 Leisure Seeker RV along Route 66 to Disneyland against the wishes of their grown children and doctors.

    One agent wanted him to make the couple younger. After all, aging and death are not sexy. As a society, we do everything in our power to resist both. Yet, the agents who passed on the book failed to recognize that there can be beauty and tenderness and humanity in these stories that are just as important (more important!) than sparkling vampires and crime-fighting forensic medical examiners.

    The good news for Michael is that an agent “got it” and signed him right away. A publisher snapped up the book a week and a half later.

    I have to believe there will be an agent that gets Cissy’s story. The one agent who critiqued my first chapter for a webinar loved my writing and the story premise but wondered how much the book would refer to the heinous act (incest) and how much the story would stay in the present.

    The book is not about incest and Cissy is not a victim. My hope is that the reader (well, first an agent) will see that she is a thoughtful, quirky, funny and passionate protagonist trying to figure it out just as we all are. Her relationship to her world is a little off center but the lessons she learns are ones we all faced at one time or another.

    The good news for me is that Michael’s agent presented at a writers’ retreat I attended last year. I queried her last week and she emailed to request the first 20 pages of my manuscript, which I mailed her today.

    Even if nothing comes of this, I feel lucky to have an opportunity to share Cissy’s story beyond a one-page query letter. It only takes one person to get it. It may be sooner or it may be later. But I know someone will.

  • On Being Sufficiently Enthusiastic

    I was intrigued by your query but not sufficiently enthusiastic to ask for more.

    This is the latest rejection to my book. I’d be more upset except that I love the phrase ‘not sufficiently enthusiastic’ and can add it to my repertoire of comebacks.

    Andy:
    Would you like to see a movie?
    Mandy: I’m not sufficiently enthusiastic.

    In all seriousness, I’ve queried 12 agents and received six rejections. For a while this week, my gmail account (the one set aside only for my writing life) became a sinister boogie man. My heart would race every time I checked the account, fearing another rejection would be lying in wait to shout ‘Boo!’ at me. For five days, the account has been empty, making me think all agents had gone on summer vacation or that my gmail account was broken. (After all, five had responded with form rejections within a day of getting my email query!) This morning’s email has assured me that neither was the case.

    I’ve been hopping from blog to blog recently, reading about writers’ adventures and misadventures with agents and publishers. One writer broke it down this way:

    • 158 queries sent out
    • 17 requests for partial manuscripts to review
    • 82 no responses
    • 51 passes
    • 25 requests for the full manuscript

    In the end, it took a brief conversation via Twitter for her to attract her agent. Wow. And I’m feeling hurt by six rejections? I’m not really feeling hurt. I’m feeling the enormity of the life I’ve chosen. That life entails querying, sometimes hundreds of times; bravely revising my manuscript; practicing patience; and most importantly, working on the NEXT book.

    So, tomorrow, one of my designated writing days, I leave behind Cissy Pickering and her story and start up again with Hannah, an 18-year-old reluctant psychic.

    At least this life isn’t boring.