Monday, June 26, 2017

SubmittIng, Rejection, Publication and All That Jazz

Song: Work (feat. Drake) x Rihanna

Somehow this morning I was able to walk down the street on my way to work without rolling my hips to Rihanna's "Work," a feat that I'm quite proud of.

Anyways, I'm writing this in the AM (8:48 a.m.), but I probably will put it on hold for publishing until after work this evening. But I got into work and while gearing up for the day, I checked my Submittable account. This is something I do pretty obsessively, even though when it comes to being accepted or rejected, the publication will usually send an email (unless they do "completed" but we'll get to that later). This morning, one of my three submissions went from "received" to "in-progress" and yes, I'm pretty geeked.

I don't know who reads this blog, so I've decided I'm just going to talk about my experience with submitting from when do I know a piece is ready and/or done to what do I do now that I've been rejected. As a writer and MFA candidate, trying to get published is a top 5 priority for me and it's something that I discuss with my peers, professors and friends a lot. Fortunately, I've been rejected and published on more than one occasion, so I feel like I'm a good person to talk about these things.

First thing to know is: I'm a pessimist. This is something I've mentioned in some of my work and a thing that I let people know about me early on, I just think it's much easier to not have any expectations. That way, when something goes my way for once (say getting published) then I can be very excited about it, instead of rolling my eyes like "Of course, they accepted it...I wrote it."

The second thing to know is: my first publication was in January 2015 for Nailed Magazine (an online magazine) in their response column. I wrote 1000 words on "Masturbation" on the last day submissions were accepted. I submitted it via email and got a response two hours later, accepting my piece. Very exciting, but I didn't tell many people because...masturbation.

I only started publishing things because I completed all of the classes for my Creative Writing degree in Fall 2015, so I still had an entire semester of Neuroscience, Psychology and Literature courses to take, but I wouldn't be producing new creative work unless it was on my own time. I was finally getting a long awaited and much deserved break from writing. Publication wasn't really pushed in my college classes, at the end of each semester we'd have to submit a piece or two as part of our portfolio, but I didn't really know what I was doing, how to submit, how to choose publications, etc. My first submission was to Susquehanna Review and I still don't know anything about that publication--where it's from, who publishes it, what they want to read, who their audience is--nothing. But I had spent three and a half of my college years writing, workshopping and revising new work. I had poems, short stories, essays, articles, half-written pieces, prose poems, long-form narratives, disjunctive essays, lyric essays, on and on and on. (Maybe I should write a post about how I decided on the essay as my form? 😏) Anyways, I had over 30 works that I'd written for those classes just sitting on my computer, untouched, unpublished. So, I thought, it's time to do the thing that eventually every writer has to do and that's submit.

I submitted three long-form essays from my senior seminar and contemporary writing class as my manuscript for the Ohioana Library Award (which I later had the amazing and humbling privilege of winning). I was submitting manuscripts for graduate schools (thus, why I'm currently at Columbia, gearing up for my final thesis year). I was trying to participate in the monthly response column as often as I could between school, applying to graduate school, being rejected by graduate schools, working/tutoring and doing all of those senior year celebration events. I was able to participate in four before the column was no longer continued.

It's taken me days to write this and all of those submissions are still "in-progress" gleaming in bright azure. So, I guess I'll talk about rejection. If you're going to be real about writing and publishing, then you need to understand that the cold shoulder (sometimes not) of rejection will become very familiar. You'll get rejected at least once. I've been rejected many a time and my pessimism makes me just assume I'm going to be rejected anyways, so most of the time I'm not surprised, but other times, it's like being stabbed in the chest. Grad school rejections were like that. When I send out a piece I'm very proud of and have spent hundreds of hours reading and workshopping and revising, only to get an email or notification that it wasn't accepted--that hurts a lot. Sometimes, publications never get back to you. Sometimes, they lose your piece via email. Sometimes, they just ignore responding to you. I spent months waiting to hear back on an essay I specifically wrote for a publication's submission prompt and I never heard back. Eventually (with the advice of a professor), I emailed them, asking about my piece and explaining that I'd prefer not being in limbo. They still haven't responded. So I did what was best for me as a writer and submitted it elsewhere. It will be published in print later this month.

So how do I find publications to submit to?
www.pw.org (contests + list of most publications)
www.submittable.com (need an account)
www.essaydaily.org (list of publications)
ww.thereviewreview.net (call for submissions)
Twitter
Books by authors I like (usually list previously published works)
But how do I choose?
I should be a good person now and tell you to read every single literary journal you find interesting and see what they publish. If that seems like a lot though (because it can be), look at publications that published works by authors you've previously read and enjoyed. Look at publications that include authors who write in a similar style to yours. I look at word limits (I write pretty lengthy, so I need to know what I can submit), mastheads (who will be publishing my work is important to me) and mission statement (what is this publication about, who are they, what do they want to see/read). I've found that I like publications that encourage some sort of pop-culture based or critical writing mixed in with the personal; also those that are interested in underrepresented/marginalized voices; and pubs that want both beauty and grit in a piece. Once I find interest in a publication, I look at its submission guidelines to get a better idea of what they want and then I peruse the publication to see what's been previously published. Sometimes, you'll find a publication you love that will love you back. Other times, you'll find a publication you love that doesn't care about you. Sometimes, a publication will publish you and then later will reject you. Or the opposite. Publishing is weird. 

I follow a lot of publications on Twitter, so I can see when they're open for submissions and work that they are digging at the moment. By following publications I like, I find that I constantly see publications that they (the publications) like and RT, which I find myself also becoming interested in and it becomes a whole cycle. I also follow writers I love on Twitter and they introduce me to more publications and opportunities, etc. 

This is a lot. And I feel like I could keep going on forever about publishing and submitting, so I'll stop. There is always going to be someone who loves your work and wants to help you share it, you just have to find them. 

I had a professor tell me once that publications should be grateful to publish your work; as in they should also be thanking us for submitting, instead of us thanking them for accepting. The things you write are important, so where you end up placing them speaks to that. It's an arduous process, but in the end it will be very rewarding. Good luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor. 

Thursday, June 22, 2017

The Handmaid's Tale (& Updates)

Song: You Don't Own Me x Lesley Gore

(no spoilers because I'm on episode 3, so...)

So a few months ago, I finally gave in a upgraded my Hulu subscription. Game changer. So, first I binged Queen Sugar (brilliant, spectacular, heartbreaking), then I started working on Cupcake Wars (which is a great show if you like to critique professionals at their own craft for funsies), and a coworker suggested The Handmaid's Tale to me, which is a Hulu original.

I'm usually hesitant to 1) suggestions/recommendations of media because what if I hate it? Then you'll be mad that you shared your new favorite obsession with me and I was not impressed. 2) "originals" from things like Amazon, Hulu, Netflix...because it's like, why are you making your own things instead of providing me with things that I really want to watch and don't have access to? But sometimes those originals are great: Luke Cage, I Am Not Your Negro, I Love Dick, Dear White People, Making A Murderer, Black Mirror, Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life, Beasts of No Nation...the list could continue and you can now tell that I am an avid binge-watcher of on-my-own-time television and movies.

But anyways, The Handmaid's Tale. This is a show based on a book by Margaret Atwood that I, admittedly, haven't read and maybe once I'm done watching the series will read. This is a show that everyone has been gushing about online and everywhere in life because of the election and political climate, etc, etc, etc. And the way it was described to me was "women are basically forced to have sex with men in prominent positions to repopulate the world after a serious infertility/birth rate problem" and "everything is based in traditional values" and "it's dystopian, but it takes place during the now" and "it's terrifying" and "dark."

And I said, "Seems pretty plausible to me." Because...well, um...that's what happened during slavery. Sure, women weren't named "Handmaids" and "Marthas" but black women were certainly being raped on a consistent basis by their masters and constantly under the scrutiny of their masters/master's wives and their "bastard" children could end up in any sort of situation depending on the master/master's wife and families were being split up and they were property and seen as objects, not humans and this was a thing that was happening during the *cough* two-hundred plus years of slavery.

So I don't understand why everyone is so shocked about a plot where women have no rights, when *inhale* that was a thing until the 20th century if we're going to be real about it.

Seems like a lifetime ago (literally), but in the grand scheme of things, it's pretty damn recent.

Anyways, this show is good. It's terrifyingly good, it's like: man what if the ****p administration really does fuck us all over and strip women of their rights and most men of their rights creating an even worse class system and we all basically end up in servitude of old white men who are trying to convert and control us all based on biased twisted and misinterpreted values of the new testament like how do we fight something like that do we just go with it or nah we have to resist or can we like all the other "developed" countries are shaking their heads at us now because our government is ass backwards but if you're hearing what I'm saying then you can totally see this happening too right and I guess I get why everyone who is watching is so upset because like when privileged people imagine themselves without privilege it must really spark some sort of panic or personal crisis but I'm just chilling and watching the show like the meme below and being like wow this could really be us in like ten years I should probably work out so I'm prepared to escape or fight or something but let me just eat one more cookie and get in one more episode before I start.



But I'm just saying.

*Updates*

Trying to get together a website so everyone can be happy and have access to my work, but if you feel like you don't want to know some things about me then you probably shouldn't read those things, tbh.

Also trying to get back into the groove of writing, but as you can see...I've been watching hella television because it's summer.

It's Gemini season and Beyonce Knowles-Carter had her twins (a boy and a girl) and I am anxiously awaiting any and all photos of the two once they appear. But gemini twins can you imagine? 😟🙏

SZA dropped an immaculate album, so basically no one bother me all summer and for the rest of the year because I don't have time for foolishness when I need to grind grind grind

Friday, June 9, 2017

Junior Varsity (A Reading and a Workshop)

Song: Mad (feat. Lil' Wayne) by Solange


A few months back, I participated in a reading created and run by three (now-graduates) fellow Columbia Nonfiction candidate fellows. The reading series, appropriately named "Chimera" is for writers to share hybrid work: essays, poetry, redacted poetry, fiction-ish things, prose poems, etc. It was my first reading outside of a conference setting (the Sigma Tau Delta conferences I presented at in 2014 and 2015) and I read a hybrid prose poem and an in-progress essay on the idea of God as a black woman. I drank a glass of tequila (Jose Cuervo) beforehand and pulled a Hemingway, throwing my papers to the floor as I went through them. Overall, it went really well and then I forgot about how mortifying it was to read in front of a packed room.

While I was on my short vacation two weeks ago, I was contacted by a woman who had seen me read at Chimera and enjoyed my piece about God. She asked me if I'd like to participate in her monthly "performance workshop" called Junior Varsity. Since I'm done with classes and preparing to write my thesis, I figured I should probably start getting used to reading my work aloud. (As of right now [yes, even after this reading] I don't really breathe when I read my work...I might take two or three breaths and talk very fast, trying to get finished.) The theme for the upcoming workshop was "Myth and Magic in Everyday Life," which made her think about my black woman as God piece and contacting me.

At Junior Varsity, the reader brings in an in-progress piece to be read in front of the audience and briefly workshopped afterwards. The piece I really wanted to read was an essay I'd begun about the Angry Black Woman stereotype, Beyonce and Solange, and my own anger issues. There was only one problem: I couldn't find the essay anywhere.

Let me tell you about the drama of finding this essay. I knew I'd written it because it had a very particular structure that made me hate it, so I decided not to turn it into to workshop and write an entirely new piece. I could find the 1000 word version of the essay, which I hated even more than the longer one because it seemed to have no real subject. So anyways, I can't find the essay on my OneDrive or my Google Drive, I figure it's on my actual laptop. I email the woman, how I'd like to read the essay and I'd be cutting it close, but I get back on Sunday night (the reading is on Tuesday) and I'll email it to her as soon as I find it. I get home Sunday and scour my laptop for this essay, searching my entire hard drive for key words like "Solange" "cornrows" "#BoycottBeyonce" and I'm not finding it anywhere and I'm just like 😓😟. After a couple hours, I'm like, okay, it's missing, I must have deleted it, and I'm mad AF at my past self because I wanted to revise that essay for my thesis. Like I said, I had just gotten back from my vacation, so I'm cleaning off my bed, getting ready to go to sleep and find this thick packet of paper--IT IS THE ESSAY, STAPLED AND PRINTED. So then, I'm excited and frustrated at my past self for printing out a single copy of this essay, the only thing that exists. I email the woman that I found the essay and I'll get it to her the next day. I scan it at work, that doesn't work, so I scan it using my phone and it looks terrible, but I send it to her anyways the day before the workshop.

The day of the workshop, I revise and revise and revise as I walk to and from getting my lunch, and while I wait for Panera to make it. For the performance workshop, we're supposed to read for 3-10 minutes and two hours beforehand, I still haven't read the essay aloud. *upside down smiley face*

Junior Varsity is a performance workshop held at Joie DeVine, a small neighborhood bar in Andersonville (north side of Chicago). In exchange for hosting the reading, the hosts tell the owners of the bar that we will come, read and drink merrily. I arrived to the reading with one of the hosts of Chimera, who had shared my info with the hosts of Junior Varsity. Of course, I'm nervous AF--I'm about to read an essay about black women and anger to a predominantly white audience, an essay I haven't practiced, and am not very proud of. I order a Moscow Mule and talk to the few people that came to hear me read/perform/workshop.

I'm a writing nerd, so, of course, I love workshops. I love the cone of silence. I love receiving criticism. It turns out that I'm going to be the last reader at Junior Varsity. There are four readers: myself, a man reading a fiction piece, a woman reading poetry and a woman who reads a poetics piece. I read my piece last, getting up onstage and forgetting to breathe as I breezed through ten pages of nonfiction separated into sections with hashtag headers. I was the only reader who was a first-time reader. What's great about Junior Varsity is that the hosts take notes and facilitate the workshop with the audience, following their three Ps: point, prune and ponder. A lot of people commented on my structure and ways that I could expand the essay, building on things I'd briefly mentioned: mental health, relationship to anger and the history of  stereotypes (i.e. Sapphire). The workshop got me very excited about my essay and I feel a lot better about its current state than I did before the performance workshop. I am officially a Junior Varsity alumna! Which means I can return whenever I feel like I need to be workshopped on a specific piece and I can attend workshops and help listen and workshop other JV participants (while enjoying moscow mules and popcorn)!

Junior Varsity was a wonderful and eye-opening experience. Good vibes all around, even better people, and a community I can return to and trust with my work.

Now to get back into the groove of writing and revising...