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Thursday, May 27th

ShoStoMo: Patrick Sommerville and Theresa Holden.

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The month of May, a.k.a. Short Story Month, is coming to a close with surprisingly little fanfare. What gives Dan? Last year there were ticker tape parades in the streets and children were running wild reciting Carver stories by heart. Okay, maybe not. But I a lot more lit web people were getting involved. Whatever. I’m still gonna hype this shit cause I think it’s cool.

Over at the origin point of Short Story Month, EWN, there’s been some heavy reviewing action of the new issues of stellar journals Redivider and Hobart (I’m reading #11 now and it’s awesome and I’ll be reviewing it tomorrow). #11 turned me on to Patrick Sommerville. Why did no one tell me about Patrick Sommerville?! He’s got a scorcher of a story in the new Hobart, which is talked about at length here. Some of Patrick’s work can be found online here. If you’ve never read any of his stuff you need to check it out now, but you probably have because apparently I’m the only one left who’s never heard of the guy.

And in well-well-well-look-what-we-have-here news: old friend Theresa Holden got Scary Stories published over at Knee Jerk. Highlight of the piece for me was this sentence:

The architectural construct of one man’s life – his friends, family, and reputation – would be consumed so fast he’d gag on the smoke before getting the chance to put out the flames.

Go read up on these two amazing writers right this second and let them remind you why connecting with other humans makes life worth living.

Tuesday, May 25th

120 in 2010: Twelve by Twelve (unfinished).

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Looking for an opinion from the hive mind: Do you finish reading a book if you know it might be bad for you?

I picked up Twelve by Twelve because I was interested in sustainable living. About halfway through it I went a little crazy and was giving serious thought to abandoning everything and going to live in a cabin in the woods. When discussing the prospect of living in the woods, even thinking it’s a viable option is a level of consideration that constitutes serious thought.

William Powers is an eco-activist who moved back to New York after mounting waves of crusades in advocacy of the Global Southern Rainforests. He was discontent with the conditions of modern urban living. He’s a young, healthy, white man living in the biggest city in the world. In short, he had everything, but felt that “everything” was propped up on a system of waste and consumerism that is dubious at best and eco-cidal at worst. So he heard about a friend of his family that lived on $11,000 a year in a 12 x 12’ shack in an undisclosed location in the North Carolina woods (12 x12’ being the dimensions the NC state government deems just small enough to not pay property taxes). This book is about his search for meaning in his life beyond what’s considered the American dream.

Going to live in a cabin in the woods is what crazy people do. But are they crazy or is the rest of the world crazy? For me, going to live in a sustainable 12 x 12 would mean saying goodbye to my girlfriend, a lot of friends I keep in contact with strictly online, my publication and a lot of other things in my life that I love deeply. I’ve since stopped reading the book and I feel like I’m back to stasis. But part of me feels like I’m maintaining willful ignorance and that I should finish the book regardless of the ramifications it may have on my brain and life.

I got thinking about this post as I went to a reading last week where one of the writers on a panel said that non-fiction terrifies him. So I ask you, internet: Do you stop reading a book if it’s detrimental to your status quo?  Is constantly questioning your own status quo a good thing? What if you’re happy? Do you question the cost of your happiness?

Thursday, May 20th

Hey Florida!: Burrow Press Call for Submissions.

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Anyone ever having anything to do with Florida, take heed. Burrow Press wants your writing for an exciting new collection. From the press release:

ATTENTION ALL FLORIDA WRITERS

Burrow Press is collecting short story submissions now!

ORLANDO, Fla. (May 15, 2010) – If you live in, have lived in, or have any personal connection to the state of Florida, Burrow Press wants to publish your fiction in an upcoming collection of stories.

Burrow Press is an Orlando-based independent publishing company dedicated to discovering emerging talent in its home state.  Burrow Press will publish fiction and “other works that move and inspire us,” says founder and author, Jana Waring.  “The ultimate goal,” according to co-founder Ryan Rivas, “is to establish a more serious literary base on this peninsula better known for its stereotypical, Bermuda shorts realism.”

Burrow Press is differentiated by its year-round publishing schedule, commitment to advance publishing technology, and a collaborative approach: authors are offered hands-on involvement during the entire publishing process, from story to cover design to marketing.

This particular collection will feature ten to fifteen stories. Authors selected for publication will be rewarded, not necessarily handsomely, with American currency. The deadline for submissions is August 1, 2010. Please visit burrowpress.com for specific submission guidelines.

Tuesday, May 18th

120 in 2010: 48 Hour Magazine.

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The idea behind 48 Hour Magazine is an interesting one: Using all the tools of media available today to create a magazine that’s cool, fast and cheap.

In the opening letter the editors state they’re trying to marry the immediacy of the web with the permanence and beauty of print. A few weeks ago they announced a call to submit, people gave them their email addresses and the editors of fired off the starter pistol in the form of announcing the theme. Then a 48 hour frenzy of writing, photographing, illustrating and designing an entire 59 page magazine. Using a print-on-demand service called Mag Cloud, they uploaded a PDF file, figured out how much to charge for the magazine (Mag Cloud charges 20 cents per page) then folks go online, order it and it gets printed and shipped to them in a couple of days. Take a moment to catch your breath.

The only thing I’m having a problem with is this “beauty of print” part of the equation. While the print design is clean and straightforward, the images colorful and immediate, the actual quality of the book itself is inscrutable from anything you’ll find on the newsstands. I guess when I think of the “beauty of print” I think of magazines like Cabinet or McSweeneys, publications that treat the magazine as an artifact, another arena and opportunity to make something beautiful, to make a statement, and hopefully differentiate itself as much as possible from anything you could ever find on the web. But maybe that’s just me holding unrealistic standards.

The content is fun and resonant, the charts and graphs are colorful and informative. But the words seem to only skim the surface, a roadblock they no doubt hit due to their time constraint. It’s hard to come up with in-depth writing in less than two days.

The most impressive and appealing thing about 48HR is the speed with which it was created, a speed that speaks to the youthful feel of the book. The energy and exceitment, even the theme of the issue (Hustle), radiate this kind of vibrancy and possibility that’s downright sexy.

Final verdict: awesome (revolutionary?) media experiment. Future of print? Debatable.

Monday, May 17th

Soda Series.

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Gonna be in or near Brooklyn tonight? Come out to Soda Series, a new event where a bunch of talented writers get their brains together to talk about literature and writing and such. This evening’s line-up: Dawn Raffel, David Peak, Ana Božičević and Edward Mullany. Count on seeing me there.

Friday, May 14th

120 in 2010: Adam Robison and Other Poems by Adam Robinson

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Random thoughts:

I lose books sometimes. Subway platforms, in the seat pockets on the plane, under friends couches. I try not to get to bent about it when it happens. I figure there was a reason the book left me before I had a chance to finish it. It was needed elsewhere. The universe heard someone’s plea for good reading, so the book cemented itself down and I moved on.

This happened with “Adam Robison and Other Poems by Adam Robinson.” It cemented itself somewhere, underneath a chair, I assume, according to the whims of the universe, and I kept walking. But I was really enjoying that book a lot. So I said, “You know what, Universe? Not this time,” and I went onto Narrow House and bought myself another copy. I usually don’t do this when I lose a book. I see it as a sign that it was probably in my best interests to lose the book, like if I’d kept it I would be reading and walking somewhere and get hit by a bus.

Still, I threw caution to the wind. I took my life in my own hands and I clicked “order.” Sometimes the universe tests you, to see how much you really care about something. It tests your will and fortitude. Not because the universe is trying to be a dick or anything, but to teach you something about yourself that maybe you didn’t know before. Or maybe to remind you of something you needed to be reminded of.

How often do people talk about the volume of a voice? I love these poems because they shout. They shout cause the PA is broken, so the folks in back can hear. Volume can sometimes be grating, but when the subjects you’re writing about are love, friendship and influential historical figures, that volume can wake the audience up.

There’s a recent Paper Cuts post that talks about the relevance of poetry. It’s an enlightening read, well worth you time, but I bring it up because of a David Foster Wallace quote that gets invoked:

“I think avant-garde fiction has already gone the way of poetry. And it’s become involuted and forgotten the reader. Put it this way, there are a few really good poets who suffered because of the desiccation and involution of poetry, but for the most part I think American poetry has gotten what it’s deserved. And, uh, it’ll come awake again when poets start speaking to people who have to pay the rent.”

Robinson’s poetry hasn’t forgotten the reader. In fact, it’s shouting at the reader, asking, “Will you please live your life?” asking them “Will you please recognize the beauty that is around you? Will you please wake up and live and love and get hurt and laugh and then love some more?” This is why I’m not that upset I lost my first copy of this book. These are sentiments that need spreading. And the universe knows that.

Buy it from Narrow House.

Thursday, May 13th

ShoStoMo: Amelia Gray and Kyle Minor.

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I don’t know if the online writing community planned it this way, but May is a kick ass month for short stories. Must be the weather. Everyone’s been hard at work for the last four months, holed up in their apartments, toiling away at the desk. Spring is the time to reveal all the madness you’ve been ruminating on over the winter. However, that argument is a bit dissolved up here in New York, where it’s 50 degrees out. And that sort of weather just doesn’t make any sense.

SSM (looks real dirty in acronym form) is in full swing over at EWN with an in-depth analysis of Alyson Hagy’s “Brief Lives of the Trainmen” which I have not read but looks interesting as all get-out.

Meanwhile over at Everyday Genius, Annalemma contributor and force-of-nature, Amelia Gray has been kicking ass for the past four days by producing work under the restrictions and restraints offered up by Adam Robinson.

Also, while I can’t find it on their website, the new issue of PANK apparently went live yesterday. Some great offerings this month by the likes of past Annalemma contributors Aubrey Hirsch and Ryan W. Bradley, as well as impressive work from Shanna Germain and Nancy Carroll Moody. But the one that really rocked my world was Kyle Minor’s piece. Mainly because it hit so very close to home with some of my past writing. Applause and ouch, all at the same time.

Some amazing things to read this month, so for those of you that just read this blog and no other writing online (I know you exist, I spoke with you recently) then I suggest you explore the world of strange delights known as the online writing and publishing community. This is your challenge for the month of May!

Monday, May 10th

120 in 2010: Pathologies.

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Buy it here from Keyhole Press.

Random thoughts:

It’s a rare thing to find yourself smiling from a piece of writing. Not smiling because the piece is ha-ha funny, but because you’re making a connection with a writer. It’s the feeling when the writer is trying to tap into an impulse or an idea within the collective consciousness, but in a way others have never done before. And you’re there to watch him nail it home with staggering accuracy. Almost as if the writer puts his arm around you, leads you to a quiet corner of a crowded room and shows you a hidden design in the wallpaper that says everyone in this room is a talking bunny. For this reason, you will find yourself smiling at every piece in William Walsh’s Pathologies.

It’s also pleasing to see a writer having fun and inviting the audience to do the same. Usually when a writer comes out the other side of writing a novel or short story collection, the scars and bruises from wrestling with language are visible in between the lines on the page. The pieces in Pathologies feel like effortless one-offs, written to maintain sanity in between wrestling sessions. However, I’ve usually been wrong in this assumption in the past. I read Mystic River some years ago and what read and felt like an effortless voice was the result of one punched-out computer screen and a near nervous breakdown.

These pieces are origin stories presented in a different way. Walsh slices his characters thin, then chooses which slice will show you their eventual trajectory. In the approx. 150 word piece “So Much Love in the Room,” a failing couple has a baby to save their marriage, in order to combat their hatred of failure. “The Wrong Barthelme,”  the writers Don B. and Frederick are shown in an almost Muppet-babies form, toddlers with Abe Lincoln beards and pipes, Frederick being punished for destroying a toy train set up by not being able to write while the other Barthelme’s type away. The piece “Diagnosis: Mustache” is simply the outgoing answering machine message for the TV show Diagnosis: Murder, explaining why Dick Van Dyke will not shave his new mustache not for you, not for anybody.

Not only is Pathologies refreshing in the regard that we get to see a talented writer having fun on the page, but it’s also inspiring. Writing doesn’t have to be this endeavor that eats away at your soul with every story you complete, with every novel you drag across the finish line. There’s nothing saying you can’t make a connection with a reader while still enjoying the hell out of the process. Well done, William.

Buy it here from Keyhole Press.

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Friday, May 7th

120 in 2010: Interview with Jim Ruland.

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Issue Six contributor, Jim Ruland is the author of the short story collection, Big Lonesome, and curator of Vermin on the Mount, a reading series hosted monthly in LA. We spoke over the phone last week concerning writing, work and the Navy.

A: So we had to postpone this cause you were at work?

JR: Yeah, I was at work, and the big pacific west coast time difference thing.

A: So where exactly do you work?

JR: I work at an Indian casino.

A: So what was happening? You guys were doing an installation or something?

JR: Yeah we were putting together something for a new promotion. It involved a bunch of graphics down on the floor.

A: What kind of work do you do at the casino?

JR: I’m a copywriter. I write all the ads. Do all the copywriting for the marketing department.

A: Do you get any inspiration for stories from your work?

JR: I do. I got a novel out of it. It’s kind of a mingling of my sordid past with on-the-job details.

A: What about from past jobs, not necessarily from your current one, do you take a lot of inspiration from job stories?

JR: I wouldn’t say a lot. Lately I have been. I haven’t worked all that many jobs, and I haven’t written too much about my experiences in the Navy. I certainly haven’t written anything about teaching. Advertising presents plenty of opportunities, different things to draw on. So I guess I have.

A: I read that you were in the Navy, but most of the stuff that I’ve read of yours doesn’t really reflect that. Do you feel like the Navy had any influence on you at all?

JR: Oh yes. It was a huge, huge influence for sure. I went to a private school. I thought the world owed me something. But the Navy very quickly disabused me of that notion. It was a really great experience. It was also a really terrible experience in the sense that it’s a pretty instantaneous loss of innocence. And that has nothing to do with wartime/peacetime, it’s just from being around a bunch of sailors 24/7. I imagine it’s the same in the Army or the Marines. Just living on a ship, going out to sea, spending a lot of time with people in the service, you get a pretty different view of things pretty quickly. It’s definitely what every 18-year-old needs.

A: Why the Navy?

JR: Because my dad was a naval officer and I needed to prove that I wasn’t like him. Little sarcasm there.

A: What kind of private school did you go to?

JR: Catholic school. Went to a catholic school in the suburbs of D.C. There were about 400 people in my class and I think I was one of about five that didn’t go on to college immediately after high school.

A: When did you move out to the West Coast?

JR: The navy stationed me. I enlisted and I got sent out to San Diego. A place I hated and swore I’d never go back to. And now here I am again 20 years later. I don’t know why I hated it then. It’s beautiful here. Maybe I didn’t like beautiful things.

A: Did you start writing when you were in the Navy?

JR: No, that would have been a recipe for ridicule. I didn’t start writing until college. Incidentally, I wrote my first essay about helicopter duty on the frigate I was stationed on. My teacher loved it. Maybe because it wasn’t a cancer story or a grandparent dying story or a losing virginity story like so many people who teach composition get to read.

But his response to my essay and the idea that someone would be interested in something I wrote was a huge inspiration.

A: How old were you then?

JR: About 20 I imagine.

A: Was this the turning point when you were like, “I wanna be a writer”?

JR: I had ideas of being a writer but it was just that. It was just kind of a romantic idea. And I was always a big reader. And that didn’t slow down at all in the Navy cause I got in a lot of trouble so I had a lot of time on my hands when I wasn’t allowed to leave the ship. I’d just read. There were different things that made me interested in writing, but after spending some time in the fleet, with people telling me what a stupid fuck-up I was, I began to believe it. So that kind of quashed any notion that I could be a writer.

But there was a writer in my family. So I guess it was always in the back of my mind. It’s kind of like, when someone you know is a singer or an actor or an athlete or whatever, there’s always that awareness of it as a real possibility. I guess it’s the same with firemen and cops. You see someone work at it and ultimately succeed at it and that makes it real for you.

A: Who was the writer in your family?

JR: I had a cousin who was a screenwriter. Mark Patrick Carducci. He passed away almost 13 years ago. He was an inspiring person in my life, because he worked so hard. His passion was horror, monster movies. And it was something he took a lot of shit for, frankly. People thought it was a phase he would grow out of, but it was what he really loved. No one could talk him out of it. I understood it wasn’t something to be talked out of. It was his passion, it was what he wanted to do.

He stuck with it and wrote a bunch of movies. Probably the one that most people are familiar with is Pumpkinhead.

A: No shit! I remember seeing the box for that whenever I would go to the video store with my parents and I remember it always scared the shit out of me.

JR: He wasn’t really a slasher horror kind of guy. He was into moral horror. “The things you do on this earth matter” kind of thing. So the slutty chick, she’s gonna die. The douchebag, he’s gonna die. They’re kind of rewarding to watch in that way because that kind of behavior, you don’t see it get punished anymore. Now the douchebag and the slut get their own reality show.

A: (laughter) They don’t get punished in literary fiction either.

JR: No. Well, that’s hard to say. It’s an old fashioned way of thinking. Maybe in Cormac McCarthy novels they get punished. Eventually.

But he wrote a lot of interesting things. He wrote Neon Maniacs. He did an episode of “Tales of the Darkside.” He was very busy. He wrote and filmed a documentary about Ed Wood that came out a couple years before the Johnny Depp film came out. It was called Flying Saucers Over Hollywood: The Plan 9 Companion. He was a very influential person in my life in the sense that I always also had unconventional tastes, whether in fiction or in movies. And his example has been one that has always encouraged me. He killed himself thirteen years ago. I miss him.

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A: I wanted to talk a little about “Fight Songs.” What was the original title?

JR:  It changed. Sometimes I’ll change the title just to change its luck. And now I kinda do it compulsively. I think it had a couple of titles. But they were all really long. “Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow Needs a New Fight Song,” was one.

A: So I take it you weren’t upset that we had to change it.

JR: No. I was at a fiction workshop at a conference in Utah and Thomas Mallon gave the advice, “When dealing with editors, never change your title because they know if you change your title, you’ll change anything.” Which is really good advice, but it just so happens that titles are titles. Sometimes it can work against you to get too attached to things. And the other thing was I’ve been in advertising so long, you write a piece of copy you get input from twelve different places for twelve different reasons, and you just have to go back and do it again. It doesn’t mean the copy is wrong or the copy is bad, it just means the right set of circumstances hasn’t lined up where you hit the target. And I think that’s something that, when you’re working with a literary magazine, you’re not just working with an editor, but a whole slew of people. I think you told me it was a design problem, that the title was too long.

A: Yeah, it wasn’t fitting in the table of contents. We had everything in a center column and it was sticking way far into the gutter so my designer was like, “You gotta tell him to change it because we just can’t make it fit.”

JR: I think writers sometimes forget. If you’re interested in publishing, then the precious little thing you do at your desk becomes a collaboration. You gotta be flexible.

A: Where did this story originate?

JR: Boy, I don’t really remember. I lived in Playa Del Ray, where the story ends, for about five years. It has a really interesting history in that it was one of these failed resort places. And it had this whole pleasure palace and this kind of weird lagoon where they did boat races. If Venice Beach was supposed to be the next Venice, Italy, then Playa Del Ray was supposed to be the next Coney Island. But it was right at the mouth of the LA river, which before the corps of engineers took a whack at it, flooded regularly. So that whole resort area got wiped out. There was a film studio there. The company that made the Keystone Cops movies set up camp there and eventually moved on. It was kind of like a bust town. And a lot of the streets are named after people who tried to develop it. Kind of interesting in that way. But none of that’s in the story.

A: (laughs) I initially liked the story because of the voice of the narrator and the character of his girlfriend’s daughter. They seemed very real to me of the first read. How do you go about writing characters?

JR: I tend to be more about situation. You hear a lot of people talk about voice, but I’m always interested in what makes a good story. When you read a newspaper, you’re like “Oh, this is something interesting” and it’s usually not because of a person, it’s because of something that happened and I think that’s just where my interest is. So I start there.

I worked at an advertising agency in L.A. for a number of years and moved around to a couple different offices. I really did move into someone’s (old) office and find all of their stuff, just like in the story. But I didn’t find a secret blog, much to my disappointment. But I was kind of surprised that the person would leave so much personal data on their computer. And that person didn’t get fired. They just left. I was surprised the company would be like “Okay, here’s an office open with all this stuff in it, just go right ahead and take it, it’s all yours.”

Around the time I was writing the story, I was dating someone who had a daughter around the same age as Jessie. But that relationship ended badly and took a long time to end. So I did everything I could to make those characters not like the people that anyone who knew me might assume they were based on. If that makes any sense.

A: Why did you intentionally not make them like those people?

JR: There was enough drama as it is. I didn’t need to manufacture more. And I certainly didn’t want my ex to think that I was writing about or inventing scenarios with her daughter, which I certainly wasn’t. But that tension was always there in the story. I guess I was overly concerned with people getting the wrong idea. As the story took on a life of its own and the years passed, and then more years passed, it became harder to remember all the details about them and then move in the opposite direction. The characters just moved where they wanted to go, and I fought it in every draft. Maybe that’s why it took it so long to get published. Anyway, once I finally relented and let the story go where it wanted to go, then it felt true and I was able to trim off everything that didn’t belong.

A: How many years were you actually working on the story?

JR: It was a long time. Five maybe? After Big Lonesome came out in 2005, I was more interested in long-form fiction. Various novel projects I was working on. And then there was all these other extra curricular things that got in the way on and off over the years. So I was only writing a couple stories a year. So because I wasn’t really invested in writing short stories, I wasn’t sending them out as earnestly. But I think (Fight Songs) still probably racked up 20 or 25 rejections.

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A: Let’s talk about “Big Lonesome.” I was really surprised by stories like “A Terrible Thing in a Place Like This” and “Red Cap” by how incredibly dark they were. They betray this kind of lighthearted swagger that I’d come to associate with your style. Do you search for that sort of balance between light and dark in your writing?

JR: When I wrote those stories I didn’t write them with a book in mind. I wrote the stories that I was interested in. I wasn’t thinking about a reader. Now I most certainly think about that balance, especially the swagger and the light heartedness. I still think I go to some pretty dark places. I’m thinking of the novel I’m working on now. But I think more than ever I’m focused on humor, or the possibility of humor.

A: How do you pursue that humor? Because I think it’s really hard to be funny unless you actually are funny. I find it hard to try to be funny. I find that humor just sort of happens and you’re not even really aware of it.

JR: It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy in some respect. It’s like Kafka’s bug. You wake up and you think you’re a bug and believe you’re a bug then you’re a bug. If you believe that what you’re writing is funny then it is. I think that’s the swagger that you’re talking about.

It does surprise me how few novels are funny. I just finished James Greer’s The Failure last week and it’s hilarious. It’s funny in the same way that Sam Lipsyte and Jack Pendarvis and Patrick Dewitt are funny. Dark and bleak kind of humor. But then I look back as I’m preparing for a reading, I have very few relatively funny pieces and a lot of really dark ones. So, go figure.

A: I laughed out loud on some of these stories. Like “Kessler Has No Lucky Pants” like the back and forth that was going on there. I think it was Sam Lipsyte who was talking about dialogue and he said it’s like a push and a pull. And I saw that in that story and thought it was really effective.

JR: That device, everyone calls it a Q&A, but it’s really a catechism. I just ripped it off. And Joyce used it to great comic effect in the penultimate chapter of Ulysses. He’s a lot funnier than I am. I don’t think a lot of people associate Joyce with humor, but he’s extremely funny, and Ulysses is, essentially, a comic novel. So that’s where I got the device from. And the great thing about that story is that at readings anybody can read the questions, and they can do it in any particular style. They can ham it up or they can be serious or they can be stumbling drunk and it really doesn’t matter. When I was touring I would get a member of the audience to read the questions, and it seemed to go over really well.

A: There are a lot of good aphorisms in BL, especially in “The Eggman.” What inspired that style of dropping profound knowledge in a story?

JR: Wasting a lot of time and money in bars.

A: (laughs)

JR: That’s usually where you hear those kinds of things. That barroom wisdom. Good for a chuckle and works in the dark but probably not a good idea to carry it around with you in the screaming light of day.

It was definitely a time in my life when, not only did I spend too much time, but I aspired to spend more. So maybe something good came out of it.

You know how it is. You’re in a bar and you’re by yourself, but a drunk will sniff you out. He or she will say something funny in the first minute or two. They’ll make you laugh, so you let your guard down, invite them in. And then they just make you miserable for the next hour or two.

A: (laughs)

JR: And then they’re talking you into going to buy some bad crank and then your life is ruined forever. All over some supposedly hilarious joke they told you.

That story came out of a road trip I took when I was in grad school to a conference in Albuquerque. I drove with a bunch of friends from Flagstaff. And when I got on the campus there were some protestors or some kind of demonstration and someone gave me this flower.  I carried this flower with me for the rest of the day, all through the night. I was just struck by how differently people talked to me because I had this ridiculous flower.

I remembered that when I was creating the situation for the character with the egg, having to carry it around, which I guess is a real anger management tactic. It teaches you empathy. To care for something fragile. Or some horse shit like that.

A: What’s the fascination with these pre-existing characters like Popeye and Dick Tracy?

JR: I’ve always been interested in the history of things. Origins of things. Popeye was an endlessly fascinating figure to research and read about. Dick Tracy too. It’s fun to write about things that people bring a lot of knowledge to it. So much of the heavy lifting has been done. You don’t have to describe Dick Tracy or Popeye. As soon as you do you can introduce some irony or humor or spin it in a different direction. When people bring something to the story, you can work against there expectations. I’m doing that a lot now with the novel I’m working on now.

I’ve always been a fan of trash literature. Crime novels, science fiction, comic books. I don’t think I really got into spaghetti westerns until I was in my 30’s. I imagine my interest in these things will always come and go. I’ve got this epic war story involving sea monkeys that I’ve been writing forever.

A: Lastly, if there’s anything you can tell me about the novel you’ve been mentioning…

JR: It’s somewhat autobiographical, an autobiographical ghost story. One of the main characters finds himself in this remote place and is haunted by the life he left in Los Angeles. He goes to work every day and gets into a bad routine involving drugs and alcohol. He’s haunted by what he left behind and haunted by this need that undermines his best intentions. And like myself and like the main character in Fight Songs, he’s a copywriter. In many ways I guess the character in Fight Songs is a prototype for the one I’m working on now.

A: Is this your first novel?

JR: No. If I publish it, it’ll be my first published novel. This is my fourth one I’ve written.

A: Have you tried to get the other three published?

JR: Try is a really… uh, yes.

(both laugh)

JR: They’re kinda in the drawer. I think I need to go back to them, spend some time with them. The first one I have no interest in ever thinking about again. The second one could use some re-imagining. And the third one is pretty close and I’ll probably go back to very soon.

A: I’m always fascinated by the amount of writing that a writer does but doesn’t necessarily get published. It seems like a very 10% to 90% ratio.

JR: Yeah, but the great thing is, I wrote it. No one can take it away from me. It’s ink on a page. You could come over to my house and read it. My daughter can read it 10 or 20 years from now. We can have a conversation about it. There’s nothing theoretical or abstract about it. We’re so lucky in the sense that we’re not struggling singer-songwriters or comedians or actors. What if you had your best moment, your finest hour, at an audition for a dandruff commercial?

A: (laughs)

JR: That would be a pretty hard thing to live with. What we do is still on the page. It’s all right there.

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Thursday, May 6th

Short Story Month: White Apple.

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It’s that time of year again over at EWN when we celebrate the coolest thing in the world, short stories.

Read White Apple by current feature author Nick Antosca.

Full disclosure: I had the opportunity to publish White Apple but it got picked up before I had the chance to. When I told him that I read and liked it and wanted to publish something of his, Nick was professional enough to have an equally good story concerning sex and New York ready to go. Hence, Sofianne.

Read both of these (unbutton your collar first, though) and remember that short stories are one of those things that make life worth living.