The Summer of The Thesis

28 Apr

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I just finished my second of three years in my MFA in Creative Writing program at the University of Central Florida. It’s hard to believe so much time has passed, and with just one year to go, my priorities will definitely shift based on the requirement to draft and defend a creative thesis. While it’s easy to fool myself into thinking I have a lot of free time for the next few months before my online Spanish course begins at the end of June., the reality is that is just not the case.

With a requirement of approximately 160 pages, and with about 80 pages of draft content already worked up, I need to focus my efforts on outlining the flow of the actual thesis, and then determine how those different pieces will fall in that outline. I have more drafting to do, and would like to have a good working rough draft when the fall semester begins so when I start my thesis hours, I can really focus on revisions.

I also feel like the awareness I gained about my writing in Graduate Workshop this past semester, has been some of the greatest I have received during the course of my program. In both pieces I wrote this past semester – one about my senior prom, the other about my senior trip to Hawaii – I received some pretty consistent feedback from my fellow students:

  1. I do well at developing scenes, using sensory details, and immersing readers in time and place. (Favorable)
  2. My prose is crisp and clean, with a fairly direct tone. (Still, favorable)
  3. There isn’t enough of me, of my interior thoughts and authentic, unhinged reflection on what is happening in the scenes from my past about which I write. (Now, we’re getting somewhere!)

There isn’t enough of me in the work. That was a very powerful realization to have, and I am so grateful to my fellow students and our professor for providing that insight. It is critical in a memoir to have some gauge about how the narrator is feeling in a particular circumstance. What I saw happen was the readers were having a stronger, more visceral reaction than the narrator (me), so things felt out of balance.

As I worked on revising two creative pieces for my final portfolio in Workshop, I really focused heavily on adding more of me into the work (something the reader undoubtedly expects in a mem. What I also realize is that this may be a multi-step process. In future work, I should draft as I typically do, in which I will, most likely, focus on description, dialogue, setting, and outlining the crux of the narrative thread. Then, upon second review, focus on including more personality, emotion, and reflection into the work. If I’m too focused on including recognition of that, then it could distract from actually composing the narrative.

The good news is that, as I re-read critical scenes in both personal essays from the semester, after I had revised them, I felt like I really knew where to focus my actions, to what should attention be paid. This focus is something that will give me another element to add to my list of considerations during revision – just as I check for the other things that either get on my nerves when someone else does them, or specific things I want to be sure to include, this idea of including interiority and reflection at critical moments in the narrative will be something that I will not only pay attention, but also know how to identify when it is missing and what a difference it makes when it is included.

So these next few months, while deceptively “free” of academic responsibilities such as classes (until late June), I will focus more diligently than I ever have on drafting my creative thesis – combing through what I have thus far, identifying an organizing principle or framework for the book, and then really getting a good body of work to revise. This is the Summer of The Thesis – and after just a day or two of rest, I will be ready to take on that next exciting literary challenge.

When words fail me

3 Feb

I say this, not because I want a medal, but to acknowledge the ramifications of my personal choices. I work a full-time job, an avid knitter and teacher, and I’m getting my Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. I also share my home with my partner of over 11 years. With a schedule so full, as it often is, I relish time to have to sit and imagine, to consider my own personal narrative and which parts of it I want to capture for upcoming writing workshop assignments.

Today, I woke up at 6:30, eager to brew that first cup of coffee and sit down at the computer. This I did do, and write I did. But about two hours into the experience, I felt like the story was expanding, or the scenes I had captured could become bigger pieces to include in my thesis. I got caught up in the structure I adopted early on, but the content was not playing well with it to the extent I wanted it to. It just wasn’t working for me.

I think some would argue that even if you get crap down, or you aren’t particularly pleased, at least you spent your time writing, and perhaps what you captured will lead you to another path on which you will find literary bliss. That may be true, but I can tell you there is no bliss today. And not because I couldn’t find the perfect word at the right time. I know better. They often don’t come like that. My frustration is more that my time is so limited and when I have time earmarked for homework or for writing, I want to make the most of it. I did do what I set out to do this morning, and even tried to do some more brainstorming and mind mapping this afternoon, to no avail.

I have been unquestionably sequestered in my home this weekend, leaving it only to run a few brief errands yesterday. Perhaps the cabbage just needs a bit of fresh air? Perhaps more research is the order of the day?

Whatever today’s solution, I will begin again tomorrow, picking up where I left off. For now, I will read and listen and observe, on constant watch for inspiration, for words.

 

Are modern manners extinct?

25 Dec

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In the past week I, like many, have spent time about town shopping for last-minute holiday gifts. I also spent a day at a local theme park during one the busiest times of the year. In both experiences, I had a great deal of exposure to a wide sampling from the general populace. Being a writer, I watch and listen to what happens around me, and between the shops and the theme park, I was able to come to this conclusion:

Although the world did not end on December 21, the death of modern manners and common courtesy has come to pass.

I’m not even referencing the more complex aspects of etiquette such as where to place the salad fork or how to write a thank you note. I am speaking of those everyday actions that should be rule, not the exception. Things like saying, “Please,” and “Thank you.” Holding a door for someone. Smiling and being cordial. This was not the world I have seen in the past week.

No, the world I saw featured homicidal stroller-pushing parents, angry people snapping at grumpy people, pushing, shoving, and cutting in line for starters. I was not in a place of refined grace and elegance (which, I believe, is still possible in today’s contemporary society), a place of cordiality and appropriateness. No, I saw a world of visible butt cracks and crass slogans on ratty T-shirts. I saw a world where people were out for themselves, or simply so consumed by their smartphone they appeared to forget they were not the only person around (or on the road).

I am not making a plea for a return to Victorian ways; however, I am posing a few serious questions: Why have we become a rude, angry, and inappropriate society? Isn’t there even just a smidgen of class to be found deep within which can be demonstrated toward others? Isn’t there just one day you could say, “Thank you” or “Excuse me” to someone, or perhaps pull your pants up so I don’t have to see the colorful boxers you are sporting, or even put that cell phone down while you’re behind the wheel of a 2,000-pound automobile going 70 miles per hour down a crowded highway? Am I reaching for the stars?

This, I am sure, will not be my only call for a little class and grace. Perhaps this will become one of my personal platforms in 2013. What I know for sure is joy can be found when one is on one’s best behavior, when things are kept in order, and calm, rational people are kind to each other.

The time for kindness is now

16 Dec

I, like so many in our nation, sit in shock of the events of this past Friday in Connecticut. Because I can soak in the emotion of the people and activities around me, I have elected to not spend much time watching the story unfold on television. This does not mean I do not think about what has happened, as an individual event and in context with our recent history.

“This is an act of evil,” people say. “The shooter was a demonic, evil person.” I’ve heard it, and I’m sure you have heard it as well. When we say that things like this are acts of evil, what it does, in my opinion, is take society off the hook. It allows us as a civilization, a culture to not take responsibility as a community. This is not to say we can totally prevent these things from happening. But do we really know what the mother went through as a child that made her who she was as an adult, that fashioned her choices of how she would parent her children? Do we know what she did as a mother that troubled her son to the point he did what he did?

This reflection made me wonder about the things I do each day – the passing glances I may give to someone who seems a bit down, but never stopping to ask “How are you?” and stick around to hear the answer. Or, even, as a child, the things I did or said to others to knock them down a bit, while at the same time elevating my own ego. How often does this happen?

I think these thoughts are also prevalent for me as I was out and about doing some holiday shopping yesterday and observed numerous incidences (in a short period of time) in which people were rude, mean, and downright angry toward others. In a season slated as one of peace and joy, I unfortunately have not witnessed that much in others. But I don’t know what someone said to them just before they left the house to shop. I don’t know how their neighbor, usually so friendly, decided to unfriend them based on hearsay or ignorant assumptions.

My point is not to put blame on this particular community affected by such a horrific tragedy. My point is, however, to note how the language we use can give us as a community, as a society, a reprieve from the disbelief, from wondering if there was something we could have done to prevent it from happening. But I believe when we blame things on “evil,” it allows us to overlook the contributions, great and small, intentional and unintentional, personal or societal, we have made to drive someone to a dark place, to feel isolated, lost, left out, not good enough.

What I’ve learned in all this is if there’s ever been a time when we must focus on being kind to others and to ourselves, responding to others when they are in need, giving generously of our friendship and love, it is now. Put down the mobile phone or other distractions and focus on the people in your life – whether family, friends, or passers-by. Do what you can to contribute to a society that lifts up its inhabitants, encourages them, gives them joy in the moment and hope for the future. I will do the same.

Struggling to stay organized?

7 Oct

Those who know me know that I, for the most part, am a pretty organized person.  I like structure and order and try to establish a framework in which I can be sure to get done all that requires my attention.  Although I don’t have children, my partner and I do lead an active social life. I’m a senior manager at work.  I am pursuing my Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, taking two classes per semester. I teach knitting once a month at a local yarn store (The Black Sheep on N. Mills Ave. in Orlando, Florida).  I have a lot going on.  

Someone asked me the other day, “How do you do it?” and it took me a moment to consider how to reply to that question.  I wondered if there were specific strategies I did put in place to try to run my life in as smooth and as efficient manner as possible.

I thought about what may make it a bit easier for me to keep things in order and get things done.  I hadn’t consciously had to articulate those strategies before – they had long only served as my internal compass.  Through that exercise, here are a few that surfaced I thought you might find useful as well:

Be clear about your priorities.

You have to make very distinct decisions about your priorities, about what is important to you, and what is not negotiable.  For me, my partner, my work, and my academic endeavors are the top three on the list, so anytime I have to make decisions about using time, I consider my three priorities first, before I think about doing anything else that may or may not involve what matters most to me.

This sounds easy to do, but if you stop to look at the decisions you make about how you use time, you might find that your actions aren’t driving you toward realizing your goals, discovering your dreams.  Take a few minutes to think about what is most important to you, and think about what actions you need to take to help you operate in alignment with your priorities.

Consider solutions that help you accomplish all you desire (not just one at the expense of the other).

Once you are clear about your priorities, you may find yourself in situations where others may look to you to make a choice of one over another.  What I try to do is look for creative solutions that allow me to accomplish multiple objectives.  For example, I may have a work meeting scheduled at a time when I typically drive out to campus for class.  The solution is to ask for a conference call number so I can participate in the meeting while I’m driving to school, then when I get off the call, I’m at school and ready to go to class.  Both priorities are addressed and all needs are met.

It’s not always that easy, but when you go into these types of decisions with an open-mind, and clarity about what is important to you, it can be easier to express your needs and wants so others know how to work with you and how to support you in your efforts.

Life isn’t only about doing.  It’s about planning, and then doing.

Another pitfall I often see if that people don’t take regular intervals of time to plan.  There are days when I, too, am guilty of doing that.  The minute you get in the office, someone is asking your view on something, you get pulled into an ad hoc meeting, or an issue has emerged that requires your leadership and full engagement.  There are always unplanned events that take us away from our plan.

In general, however, I have found if I take a few minutes at the beginning and end of each day to take stock, think about what needs to get done, plan for the next day, review my calendar to know where I am to be first thing in the morning, and make my list, the day is often much smoother and I have a greater sense of accomplishment at the end because I have peace of mind that what needed to get done was completed.

Make a list and refer to it often.

In this age of mobile devices and smart phones, the ability to make a list, refer to it often, and indicate an item’s completion has never been easier.  Some say, “I don’t have time to make a list.  I barely have enough time to get all my work done.”  My question is: How do you know you’re doing the right work?  Another is how do you know the work you are doing is what is needed most at this time?  How do you know you’re not on the cusp of missing a deadline that arrives the very next day?  

Different methods of organization appeal to different personality types, and there isn’t one “right” way to get organized.  What matters is that you acknowledge you need a system, and that you experiment until you find one that works for you, one that helps you deliver on all cylinders in the many different areas of your life.

I know it’s not easy, and I know you can do it!  

3 Things Paris Taught Me

12 Aug

I recently returned from my first trip to Paris.  The city was much as it has been portrayed in films or literature.  But being in the presence of the Arc de Triomphe, the experience of walking the arcade at the Grand Trianon, looking out at its symmetrically coiffed gardens, were far more than I could have imagined.  In my brief time there, however, there are a few themes about the French experience I brought back with me and hope to implement in my own life.  Perhaps, you will, too.

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Appreciate beauty.

Everywhere I went in Paris, there was beauty.  First, in architecture, there was the graceful arching shapes of the Tour Eiffel, the radiant gold gates of Versailles.  In fashion, the sleek lines and colorful displays of the Louis Vuitton flagship store on Avenue des Champs-Élysées, the scarves waving in the display windows of Hermés.  In food, slices of duck in a sweet marinade and garnished with roasted pistachios, a chilled soup of tomato, watermelon and strawberry poured over shrimp.  Whatever the observation, there is always something beautiful to see in Paris.  That beauty is so profound and so prolific, it appears as a quintessential cornerstone of French life.

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Take your time.

Although I know that many Parisians leave town for three weeks in August, the early mornings in the city were often quiet and serene.  In America, on any given morning at around 8 a.m., any Starbucks would be bustling with a long queue of amped up coffee-seekers, and few of them sit down to enjoy their coffee.  On a metro full of tourists and locals, on most days, I would be the only one with the signature Starbucks coffee cup in hand.  This demonstrated to me the idea that nobody should rush enjoying coffee, there served most often in charming demitasse cups and brewed as espresso.  

Another practice is that you have to actually ask for the bill at the conclusion of a meal.  << L’addition, s’il vous plaît.>>  It is the notion that the diner is the one who decides when the meal is done, not the server. In America, it is about turning tables, about finishing things quickly to get on to the next thing to do.  I think I appreciate the French approach much more, not rushing, being present, taking time to enjoy and appreciate whatever it is I am doing.

Ignite the senses.

This is a follow-up on the appreciation of beauty, but it also goes much further.  A visit to Paris is a buffet for the senses, a turbo-charged ignition of sensory experiences that, frankly, can only be imitated elsewhere, never replicated.  

The coq au vin tastes much better when enjoyed in an outdoor cafe peering across the street at the Comédie-Française, the roasted duck a delight more so because as I savor bite after bite, I am looking across the Seine River to the bell towers of Notre Dame.  

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The parfums bring the olfactory nerves to life, whether made by a larger name such as Terre d’Hermés or something unique to Paris such as Santal Noble, made exclusively by Maitre Parfumeur et Gantier.  Whatever the pursuit, it should be for pleasure, should bring joy from flavor, fragrance, or beauty.

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I have only just begun to process through the many experiences I enjoyed in Paris.  What I do know for sure, however, is I will, most certainly, return to the City of Lights again.

 

You have to read this post (or you can choose to read it)

15 Jul

I am fascinated with language, and often in my conversations, I listen closely not only to the actual words people say, but I consider intuitively what the underlying subtext appears to be.  After reading “The Secret,” as many millions have, I became an advocate of the phrase, “Thoughts Become Things,” primarily because I have seen how, in my own life, this really is true.  

In our caffeine-fueled marketplace, where things move so quickly, decisions are made in haste, and we are often “listening to respond” rather than “listening to understand,” it’s very easy to pick up terms in our everyday vernacular for which we may not realize the underlying messages they send to others, or anchor in our own subconscious minds.  One phrase I hear people say often is, “I have to do ___.”  As I thought about this, in contrast to the phrase I hear much less, “I choose to ___,” there are different effects these two statements have.

When we say, “I have to ___,” it implies there is someone telling us we have to do something.  It indicates there is direction coming from someone else, and we might think we don’t have a choice in the matter.  So, when we can say we are doing something we, perhaps, don’t want to do, we can project our frustration or anger against someone else because “they told us to do something.”  Because the action is attributed to someone else, it is easier to place blame on them, rather than own the outcomes we, ourselves, yield.

When we say, “I choose to ___,” it implies that I have chosen to do what needs to be done.  I take responsibility for my actions, and I recognize that everything  I do is, ultimately, related to a choice I make.  This also requires us to take responsibility for any outcomes that may come of our choices – we can’t blame others when we say, “I chose to do __,” versus saying, “I have to do __ because __ told me to.”

You may think, “Now, really, when I am at work, for example, and my boss tells me something I have to do, I have to do it.”  I would argue again that we choose the jobs we are in, and we choose to do the things we do at our jobs.  If we want to keep our jobs, we choose to complete the tasks we are asked to do – but again I say, ultimately, we still have ultimate choice in that matter.  But if we say, “My boss tells me I have to ___ or I have to ___,” then when we are unhappy or frustrated, we can blame our boss, and not take responsibility for our own careers, our own development, or simply for the fact we didn’t communicate our needs, wants, or points of view accordingly.

I am not saying that by changing our words we need to take different actions (although that may be something you learn in the process).  When we embrace using language like, “I choose to ___” it empowers us to take responsibility for our own actions – all of them – and to also enjoy or address the outcomes.  

It’s very easy for us to get caught up in the pace of life.  As we find ourselves in various circumstances, it’s much easier to say, “I have to __ because he told me to,” or “I have to __ because she asked me to.”  Ultimately, whatever you do, you choose every action you take.  It’s the language you use to label those actions that will set you on a path that either allows you to complain and groan, remain frustrated or anxious, and blame others (“I have to __”) or that empowers you, that reminds you each action you take is of your own choosing, and that you can and will take responsibility for every action you take, whether the result is favorable or not.

The next time you hear, “I have to ___” come out of your mouth in conversation, consider reframing it by saying, “I choose to __.”  Consider a kind and gentle reminder to yourself that, ultimately, what you are doing is your choice, and choosing your words is an easy first step to take toward new directions on your empowered path.  But, certainly, it’s your choice.

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