This is Going to Hurt, by Adam Kay, was bought for me for my birthday this summer. I don't usually go in much for non-fiction, especially of the auto-biographically-based variety, not out of any specific prejudice, I just really enjoy stories that are in no way based upon any kind of "true story". But I must … Continue reading Striking a chord – “this is going to hurt” by Adam Kay
This feels particularly pertinent at the moment, probably because I’m on a job hunt, and rejection just seems the norm. It’s a hard pill to swallow.
Any writer – author, journalist or poet – who has work out in the submission pipeline, knows the email moment. The notification pops up on your phone or in your inbox and your heart takes a wild, insane ride. First, it goes up – way too high up – as your expectations soar. Then, you ground yourself, reminders of just how much the deck is stacked against you flit through your mind. Your heart plummets. Finally, finally, you get the email open – your eyes scan, searching for those all important words – pleased, unfortunately, with regret.
It does get easier. I have gotten a lot of rejections. In fact, I pride myself on being pretty good at divorcing the rejection of my work from the rejection of me as a person. There are a…
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I recently went to see the exhibition Natural Selection, at Leeds Art Gallery (which ended on September 2nd). The show, a result of the five year collaboration between artist Andy Holden, and his ornithologist father, Peter, explored humanity's relationship with nature, the connections between art and nature, and mankind's need to collect and acquire the natural … Continue reading Art, everyday
I've been somewhat neglectful of this site recently. What with getting my dissertation finished and attempting to earn enough money to pay the rent there has been little time to spare. But there is always time to read. So here's what I've been reading whilst I've been away. 1. Diane Williams, Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine, Fine … Continue reading The Last Month in Books
As the title of this post suggests, I am arriving a bit late to the party on this one. David Shields' Reality Hunger: a Manifesto, was published in 2010, and a lot has changed since that time. But then, I feel that Shields a bit late to the party himself, with his manifesto against the … Continue reading Late to the party – “Reality Hunger: a Manifesto”
I have worried sometimes about my use of “I” in poems. The “I” is certainly not always me; sometimes it is a character or a handy perspective point for the observations around which it is wrapped, a simple first-person eye-to-the-telescope. The tricky thing with the “I” is that often for an effective poem, the “I” […] … Continue reading Very Well Then I Contradict Myself; on the First Person Perspective in Poems — O Write: Marilynonaroll’s Blog
I don't usually go in for this kind of thing. Despite a childhood of Tolkien and Douglas Adams, and although I am partial to a good bit of Kurt Vonnegut every once in a while, my reading habits are usually firmly rooted in the actual (whatever that might mean). But a person I know has recently … Continue reading Reading “The Last Days of New Paris”