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MoCo Underground Reading Series: The Start of Something Beautiful

it’s hard to believe, but we had our final reading for 2019 last month, and I’m already making plans for 2020’s readings! I have been humbled by the talent and gifts each of the beautiful writers who joined us this inaugural year brought: their wit and humor, their courage and honesty, their passion and generosity are boundless, and it was a joy to welcome each of them.

My goal for 2020 is to grow a little bigger with each reading, so if you haven’t joined us yet, as a writer or as an audience member, I hope you’ll take a look at the 2020 dates and make some time to come out and show the writers in our community some love–I can promise, you won’t regret it. If you have already joined us, I hope to see you again soon.

Wishing all of you peace and love and purpose in 2020!

#MoCoUnderground #holdyourlighthigh #welovewriters

Review: The “Grow a Book” Residency

Normally, I write reviews of books, but because I recently completed my first residency ever, Melissa Scholes Young’s “Grow a Book,” I’m taking a break from book reviews to share that experience with you instead.

All work and no play is the worst idea ever.

I’d been thinking about doing a residency for a while, but I couldn’t find one that seemed like a good fit. I craved dedicated solitude, but I also worried that too much solitude might result in a personal re-enactment of The Shining—or worse, a total lack of productivity. I wanted access to the expertise and feedback of a talented instructor, but worried about a residency scheduled to the nines.

I adore nature, but many of the more “rustic” residencies seemed a little too primitive: no hunter-gatherer is this writer; I like my modern conveniences. I wanted to get away from the round-the-clock mental and emotional labor of being a wife and mother and do nothing but be a writer for a few days, but I also didn’t want to have to deal with someone who didn’t understand how difficult a task that would be for me.

I knew I needed at least a few days, but taking a week or two, or even a month, was completely out of the question for me, as was the possibility of traveling to foreign locales. (Someday…)

Enter the Grow a Book residency. The brainchild of author (Flood) and American University’s Associate Professor of College Writing and Creative Writing Melissa Scholes Young, this compact (3 days, 2 nights) highly-customizable residency was exactly the experience I’d been seeking.

My initial phone consultation with Melissa was warm, inspiring, and thoughtful—it really helped me lay out my goals for the residency. Her manuscript evaluation, which was completed between the phone consultation and the residency itself, was incredibly thorough, detailed, and insightful; her edits, questions, and comments were concise and clear and set a concrete path forward.

And fuel for writers everywhere.

Melissa’s studio itself is situated in a prime location in downtown Rockville, Maryland, features an expansive, beautiful view and all-modern conveniences, and sits within a two-minute walk of every possible convenience one could crave: Starbucks, Panera, a cute little wine shop, restaurants, and more.

But even with its proximity to downtown, it’s as quiet and still as a library inside, and very conducive to a state of unbroken concentration. The studio does not have WiFi, which I thought would grate on me, but that removed online temptations, and when I did need WiFi, the gorgeous club at the top of the building offered another quiet space.

I would work in total silence and solitude for a few hours, then take a break to grab a bite to eat, or head up to the club to log in to my email, etc. I usually ordered my meals To-Go and brought them back to the studio, which provided just enough human contact to keep me sane. The studio was, for me, the perfect blend of solitary retreat and friendly, semi-urban pad.

Once Melissa left for the weekend, she left, unless I specifically contacted her. When I did send her questions, requests for feedback, uncertainties regarding a particular passage in my manuscript, etc., her replies were uniformly quick, thoughtful, thorough, respectful, and encouraging.

Saint Virginia

One of the other things I really loved about this residency was Melissa’s painstaking attention to detail. She has stocked her studio with every imaginable bit of writer-centric comfort, care, and, dare I say it, pampering: a little bag of welcome goodies; a Virginia Woolf prayer candle; current issues of The Writer’s Chronicle and Poets & Writers waiting on a perfect little writing desk; a phone-charger and a bathroom drawer full of toiletries, in case I forgot mine; take-out menus from local restaurants and a fully-stocked coffee corner in the kitchen; a ridiculously comfy chair and ottoman with a cozy throw and a space heater in the closet, just in case (I happened to be there one cold, rainy day, and that sure helped). Every time I found myself briefly distracted by “Gee, I wish I had remembered to bring ___,” I’d peek around the studio and find the needed object already waiting.

These may seem like insignificant details to some, but for me, the net effect of all this care and attention was that I felt, as a writer, for the first time in my life, completely understood, seen, and cherished in my work, and that feeling created some of the most productive days of my writing life. I didn’t have to worry about a thing but my work—and I didn’t.

Over my three days and two nights, I worked through all 281 pages of my second manuscript revision, crafted a working synopsis, drafted an elevator pitch, and left on my final day with a detailed plan for the next steps in my revision process. At every step of the way, Melissa gave me specific, clear insights and feedback on my work, whenever I asked for it; when I didn’t ask, she discreetly vanished, giving me the physical space and emotional support to do the difficult and important creative work I was there to do.

If, like me, you’re looking for a shorter, highly individualized, and incredibly supportive residency that focuses entirely on what works for you, then get thee to http://www.melissascholesyoung.com/grow-a-book.html lickety-split, because I know I’ll be booking another session again soon.  

The Write Before Christmas, 2013

What a year it’s been! A cross-country move, new home, new friends, and in a late 2013 development, my long-awaited acceptance to grad school to finish my M.A. in Writing. Throw in some diverting parenting moments since Thanksgiving (broken bones, broken glasses, and bouts of stomach flu; Spew-nami 2013 has now surpassed The Night of the Green Spaghetti for grossest experience as a parent EVER) and it’s perhaps a bit more forgivable that instead of an original post, I’m reposting Christmas 2012. Oh, well, maybe it’ll become an annual tradition (the reposting, not the spewing). Wishing you and yours a blessed and happy holiday season, everyone!

A little holiday cheer, for all you writers out there:

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The Write Before Christmas

‘Twas the cusp of the holidays

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Not even her mouse

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard with care

Desperately seeking a masterpiece there

Her children all finally upstairs in bed,

The Writer tried to set free the dreams in her head

With her coffee grown cold

And a quilt on her lap,

She wrestled in vain

With a writer’s great trap

For from her stilled keyboard

Came no further clatter

Writer’s block, she knew,

Was the heart of the matter

Distraught, to the window she flew like a flash

Tossing another page into the trash

The glow from her monitor lit up the room

Imparting a sheen of frustration and gloom

When what to her wondering eyes should appear

But a miniature sleigh, all laden with gear

With a spry little driver, so lively and quick

Great Heavens, she thought, could this be St. Nick?

Swifter than rejection letters his reindeer they came

And the dapper little man called each one by name

“Now, Character Development! Now, Tone, Voice, and Diction!

On Dialogue, Plot, Word-Choice, and Flash Fiction!

To this stumped writer’s keyboard at the end of the hall!

Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”

As writing professors with their red pens do fly

When they tear through an essay offending the eye,

So straight to her manuscript the proofers they flew

With their sleigh full of gear and St. Nicholas, too

Nitpicky hooves clattering, Dialogue muttered “Oof,

If I’d written this tripe, I’d throw myself off the roof!”

Nick smiled at the Writer, joined his proofers at work.

“Don’t mind Dialogue,” he whispered, “Sometimes he’s a jerk.”

The Writer withdrew to a spot in the back

Watching the reindeers clackety-clack

Nick wore a tweed sportcoat, with natty, patched elbows

Enormous bifocals perched atop his snub nose

His fingers were tarnished with toner and ink

He turned with a smile, gave the Writer a wink

His eyes, how they raced through her work at top speed

His fingers so dexterous, doing their deed

His brow, how it furrowed at each pesky ‘graf

“I’m sorry, “ the Writer said. “It’s just my first draft.”

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread

“All that this manuscript needs, my poor dear,

Is a bit more attention here, here, and here.”

He polished each page, worked the point of view over

While his cloven-hoofed proofers munched on some clover

Nick checked both thesaurus and worn dictionary

When at last he was done, his face looked quite merry

“There, now! Just read the feedback I’ve left.

You’ll find the suggestions I’ve made are quite deft.

You’ve got potential, tho’ I’d watch out for trope

Keep up the good work, and don’t ever lose hope.

Like really good stews, manuscripts need to simmer.

So dump that stale coffee, go heat up your dinner.

The more you stare at it, the harder it is:

Sometimes writer’s block is just part of our biz.”

And handing her the new Chicago Manual of Style,

He chortled and winked and turned with a smile.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle

And they left her small office with the speed of a missile.

But she heard Nick exclaim, ere they drove out of sight

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good write!”

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“It’s a Woman’s World” with Betty Liedtke and Dara Beevas

Sandy Hook[Below is what I had planned to post originally, prior to December 14th. It seems insensitive somehow for me to just post it and not pay my respects to those who lost their lives so tragically last week. So please, join me for just a moment, in a thoughtful moment of silence. RIP, little angels, you and your valiant protectors.

Thank you.]

I know, I know–another short post. You may be asking yourself, “What’s wrong with Julia? Is she sick?”

No, I’m not. It’s the holidays, and family is taking the front seat right now, as it should. So instead of a long post, I want to share with you instead the long-awaited, much-anticipated video of my most recent appearance on the “It’s A Woman’s World” show with two amazing and inspiring fellow writers, Betty Liedtke and Dara Beevas. If these two women don’t make you want to jump up and write RIGHT THIS MINUTE–well, don’t quit your day job just yet.

Enjoy!

Ouch.

mooseI was going to spend this week’s post continuing my leisurely and self-indulgent stroll down memory lane (it is that time of year, after all), but then I read a short article in the December 17 issue of Newsweek that I simply can’t resist addressing. It’s about a sensitive topic, particularly for writers, so if you have a delicate stomach, you may wish to stop reading now.

For those made of stronger stuff, here goes:

Bad reviews hurt.

In a short article entitled “Hatchet Job,” Newsweek compiled quotes from some devastating book reviews that appeared last week: “insufferable schmaltz” (William Giraldi on Alix Ohlin); “so…average” (Geoff Dyer on Julian Barnes); and my personal favorite, “like watching a moose try to describe a leopard, using only its front hooves” (Dwight Garner on Richard Bradford). Ooooof. Punch, right to the gut (although I have to confess that the last one elicited a giggle, but only a small one, I swear, Mr. Bradford…).

You know, I just appeared on a local television program, “It’s A Woman’s World,” where my fellow authors and I talked about how difficult it is, as a writer, to put yourself out there. There are so many critics in the world, just waiting to pounce, and it seems like the nastier they can be, the better folks like it (just ask Guy Fieri.) In the words of the immortal Taylor Swift, “Why  ya gotta be so mean?”

Now, I would never understate the importance of good, objective, helpful critiques to the writing process—nobody writes a perfect first draft, and those critiques play a major role in helping us polish our work so it is the best it can be.

But I really believe there is a fine line between a critique and criticism; just because it’s a fine line doesn’t mean you have to cross it.

We writers put ourselves out there, by choice, baring our souls and our innermost thoughts for the entertainment and edification of our readers. So yeah, you could say we ask for it. But is it too much to ask that folks be a little more civil, more constructive with their comments, than comparing a writer’s work to wild animals playing Pictionary?

Come on, reviewers. You can do better than that. We writers work hard at what we do. Even those of us who stumble, those of us who fail, and those of us who produce average work, deserve a little respect–don’t we? After all, we have accomplished what appears, apparently, as #23 on the semi-official list of 101 Things to Do Before You Die—write a book. (Of course, I do take this list with a grain of salt, because one of my items–driving a Zamboni–didn’t make the cut. Snobs.) There’s a reason the saying goes, “It’s as easy as riding a bike” and not “It’s as easy as writing a book.”

I know, I’m probably asking for it by posting this, but I thought it was worth sharing, if only to remind the writers on the receiving end of last week’s snarkiness that everyone gets bad reviews from time to time (some of us more than others, and some of us far snarkier). You will survive, you will endure. Take heart, for you have the unfettered sympathy and condolences of thousands and thousands of your fellow writers.

Carry on, my friends, carry on.