trumpets!

Alcestis, Dissertation, Graduate school, Publishing, Writing — Katharine Beutner on 24 October 2008 at 5:33 pm

I’ve been writing in all caps a lot this week, for several reasons. First: I SOLD MY BOOK! More specifically, my lovely agent Diana Fox sold my novel Alcestis to Soho Press. It’ll be published in their Fall/Winter 2009-2010 catalogue as a hardback, with a trade edition the year after. I’ve already had a quick chat with my very nice editor — my editor! how great is that! — who will be sending me her notes on the book soon. As weird as it might sound, I’m really looking forward to revising the book with her guidance. I spent several months revising it during the last semester of my MA program, but I knew there would be at least a bit more work to do if it ever sold, and I’m happy to get fresh advice.

Diana called to tell me about the offer approximately twenty minutes after I’d passed my dissertation prospectus exam. I’m now ABD, at least unofficially, and I should be applying for candidacy pretty soon if I’m lucky. Life’s going to be a little busy for, uh, the next two or three years. (Every semester I reassure myself by thinking, oh, things will quiet down after X event, and then I am proven entirely wrong. I think I’ll just stop pretending.)

I’ll be back with more book news as I get it!

Holding places

Alcestis, Family, Graduate school, Publishing, Writing, c18 — Katharine Beutner on 21 January 2008 at 3:48 pm

Another semester, another long stretch of blog silence. I haven’t got much to say or much time to say it in; this year is one of those strange larval periods, I guess, for my academic work and my writing and my family life. Editors are reading a novel I wrote, I’m starting to write a dissertation prospectus — and all the while we’re keeping an eye on my father’s health, as we have been since I graduated from college in May of 2003. It’s my five-year college reunion this May, and that means it’ll also have been five years since my father’s cancer was diagnosed.

By the end of the summer or beginning of the fall I should be beginning to write my dissertation. I’m hoping it’ll give me a new clarity of purpose.

writing program retrospective

Alcestis, Austin, Graduate school, Writing — Katharine Beutner on 6 May 2006 at 11:53 pm

Summer in Austin has begun — the sun is biting. Yesterday, I walked my usual route to and around campus and came home in early evening to find my shoulders pinkened. Somehow it catches me by surprise, every year. (Last year I got positively broiled. It was gross.) Tomorrow, sunscreen.

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Via Gwenda Bond, a wonderful interview between Ann Patchett and Elizabeth McCracken. Among other things, they discuss the concept of novel-writing workshops. McCracken explains:

… I invented the class because I was teaching at the University of Oregon and there was a young woman who was working on a novel. It was a very small program, extraordinarily nice people, smart, nice people, and the program, they had all been together two years, some people in the class. They had read everything that she had done and she was putting up the same novel and she got terrible workshops under the absolute best circumstances. Actually, she’s teaching in upstate New York and I told her about this and she said, seeing that made me think there should be a novel writing workshop and she said that yes that had actually caused damage to [the] novel, workshopping it, because even these people who had been reading all along would ask questions of twenty pages of a novel that twenty pages of a novel could not and should not answer about plot questions. Again, perfectly smart people saying I want to know about her relationship with her father and that comes later in the book.

I workshopped the first three chapters of novel #2 during my first semester at UT. I didn’t have terrible workshops — the reactions that I got to the beginning of the novel shaped it for the better — but I agree with McCracken that people who are very good readers of short stories often have trouble critiquing a piece of a novel. A long-term workshop structured to allow group critique of a novel-length fiction might alleviate the seemingly irresistible desire to demand completeness, or, alternatively, to disclaim one’s critique because “I haven’t read the whole thing.” A totally valid point; also sometimes an irrelevant one.

McCracken talks about requiring participants in the workshop to have written fifty pages of the novel beforehand. I can’t remember how many pages of the novel I had written when I began workshopping it: a hundred? A hundred and fifty? Something like that. McCracken and Patchett point out the danger that workshopping an unfinished novel will warp it. Ideally, participants would begin a workshop like this with drafted novels — my thesis advisor works this way, requiring completed drafts before Christmas for students who want to do novel theses in the spring, because she does think that the danger of warping an unfinished novel is real. The other question, I think, would be whether working on a novel non-stop for a long time is really the most effective way to write it. Frustrating as it was to leave novel #2 alone for long stretches of time while I taught and took literature classes, I know those germination periods left me clearer-eyed about its merits and weaknesses. I wonder if there’d be any way to do a novel workshop in segments, with a break in between for work on other projects?

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Tomorrow afternoon the novel makes its public debut, at the official graduation reading for my MA class. I’m planning to read the prologue (and possibly one other short little piece). I’m off now to read through them and write up some quick little description of the novel as an introduction, and then to sleep. Back soon with a report on the reading — and maybe some pictures.

end run

Alcestis, Austin, Graduate school, Writing — Katharine Beutner on 4 May 2006 at 9:37 am

On my Firefox weather extension, today’s icon is something I haven’t seen since watching the national news broadcasts when I was living in Ireland — a sun half-covered with clouds and rain. I’m willing to bet that the Austin variation of “sunny, with rain” will differ from the Irish one, though. Fewer mists here, more sudden downpours.

My thesis is due on Friday, so I’ve spent the last few days finishing up last-minute edits, dealing with the university’s wacky required formatting, and attempting to chase down all the professors who need to sign my forms. There are a few complications, but it should all be resolved today, I hope. Then I will do some kind of extremely bouncy dance of joy… and get back to completing the very final bits of polishing.

I had my last workshop yesterday evening, though I didn’t really think of it that way until afterwards. Odd. Workshops aren’t my preferred method of receiving critique — it’s just not easy to workshop a novel in a semester-long class, even if one does a chapter at a time, and I learn more with individual readers or instructors — but the structure of a workshop class is very helpful in terms of productivity. I may have to give myself some workshop-like assignments this summer, since I don’t have a single giant project looming over me as I did last year.

Right now I have to get to school so I can turn in the most recent giant project, though. More later.

works in progress

Alcestis, Meta, Short stories, Writing, c18 — Katharine Beutner on 30 April 2006 at 4:08 pm

I’ve made a page describing my current fiction projects. The piece I’ll probably read tonight is “Daphne” — I did rewrite the ending of “The Former Hero” last night, and I like it much better, but now it’s too long to read tonight, as we were told to aim for ten minutes, with a maximum of fifteen. If I read “The Former Hero” quickly, it takes seventeen minutes — so I’ll only read that one if everyone else’s times are running extremely short. And if I feel like the mood is right for a weird Shakespearean ghost story. But really, when isn’t the mood right for that?

I think the tagline for my blog, if I had one, would have to be something like “Literature for dorks.”

Projects for the rest of the day: working on the final novel edits; baking a spinach quiche; finding something to wear to the reading; not being nervous. I haven’t read my writing in public since my first year of college, and that was in my poetry days, unfortunately for the audience. My mother said, “Remember, you read at the Library of Congress!” I did, it’s true; and it sounds impressive until you discover that I was in seventh grade at the time. (Much love to the Scholastic Writing Awards.)

Before I go, a few links:

Sherwood Smith shares excerpts from the diary and letters of Agnes Porter, a governess in the late eighteenth century.

A transcript of Stephen Colbert’s remarks at the press corps dinner (via BoingBoing).

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