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 Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Muses, British Big Brother and the Mysteries of Technology
Let me begin with a confession and an indisputable fact. Confession: I am bad with technology. I know this is not a startling confession, like admitting that, until I was 14, I slept with the lights on in my room (also true). My point in telling you this is to beg for your patience with me as I sort out exactly how to work this blog and figure out how to read everyone's email addresses, so I can respond promptly to questions and comments, which leads me to my indisputable fact. Fact: Right now I happen to be in an Internet Cafe in Belfast, Northern Ireland. For those of you who don't know, I am one month into a three and a half month travel writing/self discovery tour of much of Western and Eastern Europe for which I took a semester off from my MFA program and begged my credit card company to up my spending limit. One of my friends from home, Casey Hurley (oft referred to as The Big Cat because he's more or less a giant), quit his job with the Dept of Defense and agreed to accompany me on the journey, in exchange for 'walking around money' and an agreement that I wouldn't 'publicly ruin his chances of getting another job'. We've kept a pseudo-travel blog of our trip and subsequent quest for self-discovery, the likes of which can be found on the blogroll (to the left) if you have any interest in hearing inaccurate biased critiques of major European cities and embarrassing facts about myself, which Case delights in revealing. I also swear, which--when used effectively-- can be awesome. Anyway, I apologize if you've heard all of that before, but my main point in telling you about the trip is that--from a writing standpoint-- I had very real expectations for this trip that have now changed somewhat significantly. When I first envisioned this trip, I imagined that it would greatly enhance my magazine journalism career by adding travel writing to my resume. I pretty much thought I'd be writing stories while doing active, extreme things like dog sledding in Finland and base jumping off the Space Needle in Bratislava, Slovakia. But it turns out, they don't even have a space needle. And I would never go base jumping. So in reality, I've spent much less time working on magazine story ideas (As of this writing, I have one solid story idea, which someone is probably in the midst of pitching right...now) and working on my novel and writing a short story about going on a date with a former reality star in Zurich, Switzerland. Perhaps it's the sheer quantity of contemplative (moody?) people sitting in cafes, or maybe, more realistically, its the fact that I don't speak any other languages and, thusly, am terrified to make eye contact that have propelled me to work on fiction, but either way this reveals an undeniable truth: with writing, you really have no choice but to go where your fickle, slightly overweight Muse takes you. And for whatever reason, my Muse is forcing me to spend an inordinate amount of time sorting out what it'd be like to go on a date with a former reality star. So I guess my point is that while it's good and productive to set goals and have expectations for your writing, you never know what the hell is going to pop into your mind, and you just have to be willing to tell yourself that it's okay to see where that goes. And if that means that you're forced to watch a sh*t ton of the British version of Celebrity Big Brother while eating a family-size package of Kit Kats in the name of research, remember, it's not you. It's your Muse. KA ps- thanks everyone for writing in with your support, questions and requests for pantless pics. And if you did pose a question, I'm not ignoring you. I'm not even kind of avoiding you. I'm just incompetent in sorting out people's email addresses with the NOSPAM thing inserted. But I'm learning things very, very quickly and I will be sure and get back to you as soon as possible. I just need to see if this chick gets kicked out of the Big Brother House, because she's being ridiculously unreasonable, plus I think she hooked up with that guy Matt (or maybe Chris) strictly for personal gain:)
2/6/2007 12:12:44 PM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)
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 Monday, January 29, 2007
Hi there
Oh hello. Unless you unintentionally clicked on the link to my blog while searching for a place to post romantic poems to Kevin Alexander Clark-that sassy, pre-teen heartthrob drummer from School of Rock, I assume you know who I am. But in case you don´t, or you´ve decided to momentarily abandon your Kevin Alexander Clark obsession and read on, here´s a brief yet informative bio written really for no reason in 3rd person and the answer to an obvious follow up question: Kevin Alexander is one of a tandem of "This Writer´s Life Columnists" for Writer´s Digest who, despite Kevin never having published a book, have combined to sell over 12 million copies of books worldwide. He´s also a frequent contributor to Boston Magazine and pursuing his MFA in Fiction at Emerson College in Boston (although he has taken a semester off and is currently in the throes of a quarter life crisis\self-discovery\travel writing trip through Western and Eastern Europe). A Gemini, Kevin enjoys watching "the View", occasionally shaving and aggressively not wearing pants.
Brief, historical aside to answer the question, "How did you of all people get said column?"
Answer: About three years ago, I was finishing a grad degree in magazine journalism and for one of my classes, I wrote a satire of a self-help piece entitled, "How to Write a Literary Masterpiece; the Quick and Easy Way to Heaven" (see link at left for the original, unedited manuscript). Being young and overconfident and utterly clueless but motivated, I became convinced that this was the best thing ever produced and assumed nearly everyone else would as well. With that in mind, I began sending it out to writing magazines with the highest of expectations and was crushed when every one sent me back lengthy, slightly personal rejections, some of them even kind of mean. One started, "Mr. Alexander, This satire lacks any humor and would offend our readership".
Eventually, I tried to forget about it and move on with my life until one day, in what she assured me wasn´t a wrong number, I got a call from (then assistant editor!) Maria Schneider who told me that "while they weren't going to buy the piece", they were curious if I would write something else. So I did, and then I wrote another piece and then they asked, "Would you be interested in possibly writing a monthly column for us detailing your writing life?" and I told them, "No, of course not, I have way too many important things going on" and hung up. I kid. In reality, I accepted and began spontaneously dancing and trying to hug my roommate Ramsey, who proceeded to lock himself in his bedroom. And so for the past two years, I´ve been writing about writing triumphs and failures and Ramsey and The View and my father´s insistence that every reality show is (basically) Survivor. It continues to be one, long, happy ride or, as Maria would put it, "a very trying, crucial and expensive mistake for the magazine".
Now that we´ve gotten through that, I should probably explain what this blog is going to be about. Really, how I envision it, is a combination of things. Since I´m what historians call somewhat of a renaissance man--I can do a mediocre job at nearly anything having to do with writing--the blog will serve as a place for me to A) talk about writing: what´s going on in the writing world, craft issues, things people should check out, etc, etc, B) answer any questions readers may have to the best of my obviously prodigious ability, C) compile pure, unedited, stream of conscious thoughts complete with misspellings (sp?) and glaring grammatical errors, D) entertain and encourage writing. Because really, friends, I´m here for you. I want everyone to be published, and at least some of you to be wealthy and famous so I can borrow your cars.
For those of you who joined me on the forum, here are a few promises on how this will be 47 times better than said forum:
1. I´m dropping knowledge (i.e. posting) at least once a week, and while I can´t guarantee I´ll be interesting, at least the consistency is better.
2. It´ll be easier to see when a new post is up, which is good for my rapidly deteriorating eyes and apparently you can get an email alerting you to this monumental event. You lose again, Forum.
3. I can include pictures, which doesn t seem important, but for whatever reason, makes me very excited.
4. There will be a section, tentatively titled "Ramsey (might) solve your writing conundrum" in which I will actually solicit Ramsey´s advice to answer your writing questions. Not necessarily useful, but potentially entertaining.
5. Finally, instead of answering questions as posts like i did previously on the Forum, I will try and personally reply to people individually, or, if you ask a question that I think might be useful to a lot of people or common then I will put that up and you´ll win a free vintage poster of the cast of the View before Rosie was on the show. Or a copy of the School of Rock DVD with me forging a personal inscription from none other than Kevin Alexander Clark. Supplies limited.
Anyway, that´s pretty much it for now. So feel free to drop by occasionally or frequently or just keep this page open and hit refresh every few minutes, the choice is yours.
I love you all. Never change.
KA
1/29/2007 10:39:49 AM (Eastern Standard Time, UTC-05:00)
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