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Imagining Empathy

At the beginning of May, I had the opportunity to go to a talk with Clint Smith, writer and scholar, and Jesmyn Ward, author of “Sing Unburied Sing.” I hadn’t read Jesmyn Ward’s latest book yet, but I was excited to hear her talk about it. She‘s been heralded as the William Faulkner of our time and the reviews of her book have suggested that she truly crafts beautiful narratives, especially in characters that are heavily flawed.

Jesmyn Ward talked about how she read a Psychology Today article that expressed that those who read fiction are likely to have an increased sense of empathy. I was surprised by this stat because I would have imagined that perhaps non-fiction or memoir would have this effect on readers. But fiction, being entirely imagined, seems to be the genre of writing that contributes to a shift in empathy amongst readers. I wouldn’t, by any means, identify myself as a fiction writer, but I do have a strong desire to write fiction. I have pieces of fiction tucked away in my computer and in the crevices of my mind. There are stories brewing yet to be created, yet I’ve always had this urgency to write poetry and non-fiction as a way of truly talking about an issue, injustice, or conflict that needs an empathetic perspective.

Hearing Jesmyn Ward talk about how fiction can create a heightened sense of empathy, was for me, novel and exciting, but also a challenge. Perhaps this is the time for me to write a new world, that a reader can enter, develop their own relationship with, and construct their own sense of understanding. Maybe it’s time I stop talking about how true and real pain is and why it deserves empathy, and construct an experience for a reader where they feel the pain, or experience it with a character that hasn’t been written before.

I decided to do a little research on what Jesmyn Ward talked about, in relation to fiction. The Scientific American provided the following quote:

“Although literary fiction tends to be more realistic than popular fiction, the characters disrupt reader expectations, undermining prejudices and stereotypes. They support and teach us values about social behavior, such as the importance of understanding those who are different from ourselves.”

There’s something inherently disruptive about constructing your own world within art. The very act of being a black woman writer and writing a story that is entirely yours is also disruptive. At the end of listening to Jesmyn Ward I found myself not only inspired, but challenged to go even further as a writer. Yes, I carry a responsibility to tell a story but perhaps I have a responsibility to craft a world that speaks to my experience and that challenges readers to enter that existence. Perhaps that is powerfully done within fiction, but maybe it can be tackled in poetry and non-fiction. Maybe empathy doesn’t just arise from a character but perhaps the readers’ understanding of a world, outside of themselves, and the injustices that can occur in those worlds. In turn, maybe this is how we gain more empathy as a society. It’s a challenge as a writer, who likes to stay true, but perhaps there’s a world that can be created where this truth shines, lives and begs to be heard.

–2018 WROB Gish Jen Fellow Tatiana M.R. Johnson

WROB Fellowship Applications Due 1/15/17!

The Writers’ Room of Boston awards annual fellowships to four emerging local writers who lack sufficient funds to secure a quiet place to develop their work. Fellowship recipients receive full membership to The Writers’ Room for 12 months (March through February) at no cost. Fellows also receive a reduced rate for membership for another 12 months following the fellowship period. All fellows and members enjoy 24-hour access to a T-accessible, light-filled work space in the Financial District of downtown Boston and the opportunity to be part of a supportive community of serious writers.

boston_front copyAwards for the Emerging Writers Fellowship Program are based on the quality of a submitted writing sample, a project description, a CV or resume, and a statement of need. The Fellowships are open to writers working in any genre or form. Fellows must be committed to: using the Room on a regular basis throughout the 12-month period, writing a minimum of 6 blog posts for our website, and assisting with WROB readings and events.

For more information about the WROB Emerging Writers Fellowship Program, please visit this page on our website: http://www.writersroomofboston.org/fellowship/ 

Applications for Fellowships are due on January 15, 2017. Applications for regular membership are open all year.

Thinking and Writing. Or Not.

sport-aircraftI’m 38,000 feet over the eastern seaboard somewhere between Boston and Miami, on a cramped and noisy jet plane, sitting next to a man who smells strongly of body odor and Aqua Velva. Flight attendants are moving up and down the aisle, delivering drinks and snacks, and a gaggle of passengers are milling about a few rows up, in line for the lavatory.

Except for sunlight streaming through windows, it’s totally unlike the stillness of the Room, where phones are silenced and computers don’t beep, where the only sounds come floating up from State and Broad, and from the occasional sneeze or tearing of Velcro, followed by a hushed ‘sorry about that,’ and where there’s a motivational vibe in the air.

The vibe in this Airbus stinks of sweat socks, and I’ve no place to stretch out my typing hands across the keyboard. I’m all hunched up.

Still, I had a plan to get some work done up here. I’ve got Billy and Bruce blowing through my headphones, and a couple of books for inspiration. This should be the perfect spot to finish a piece with which I’ve been struggling — an essay on the anxieties I used to feel about flying when I weighed 350 pounds, and seat-belt extenders and an encounter with a beautiful Nordic flight attendant.

But I can’t write a damn word and it’s not because of the working conditions. The problem is I can’t stop thinking. I can’t get out of my own way. I’m stuck. It’s not writer’s block — I never think of it that way. It’s more that there’s a jumble of ideas rattling around in my mind and I can’t sort through it all. I can’t contain anything. I can’t find a single line of clarity.

I’ve been here before, muddled and baffled at the keyboard. We all have. To my mind there are two ways out. One of them is not more typing.

Sometimes the best choice is to walk away. Not permanently, of course, but for a little while, to let my thoughts marinate. The best ideas will inevitably float to the top, the worst will wither away. But that takes time. Instead, if I’m lucky, I can free-write my way out of the jam.

I can put the computer away and go back to a method I discovered years ago, in Natalie Goldberg’s classic book, Writing Down the Bones. And that’s what I’m going to do, cruising up here in the stratosphere, sitting in this seat between my wife and the odorous man who’s name turns out to be Leon.

I take out my notebook and start pushing a fast pen across a clean page, non-stop. I write whatever comes to mind. I fill my Moleskine with word after word, sentence after sentence, only about half of which relate to the actual essay. Some are meaningless drivel: “The Crest was delicious this morning; my teeth felt great.” After a while, though, the nonsense is cleared out and the sentences start to make sense. I can see puzzle pieces coming together and solutions starting to reveal themselves through the simple act of forward movement.

And all I had to do was get out of my own way. Ultimately, it boils down to the advice of a great baseball player, Yogi Berra, who once asked, “How can you think and hit at the same time?” Though a New York Yankee, the team I despise more than any other, Yogi’s counsel is wise and wholly applicable to our craft.

How can you think and write at the same time?

I’ll Write You an Offer You Can’t Refuse

I just watched The Godfather. Early in the movie, Kay asks Michael about a strange man in a corner, talking to himself. That’s Luca Brasi, says Michael, the man who held a gun to the head of a famous Hollywood big shot while Don Corleone assured him that either his signature or his brains would be on an important contract.

That’s powerful motivation for getting words on the page.

As writers, we’re self-starters. We have no boss standing over our shoulder, cracking the whip, making sure the work happens. There’s no Luca Brasi.

But here’s the thing I’ve realized about writerly motivation: Sometimes you don’t have to dig deep for it. Sometimes it’s staring you in the face and you don’t even realize it.

Fifteen years ago a venture capital guy read the 60-page business plan I’d written for ZoomPak, a shipping venture, and said it was the most literary thing to ever land on his desk. He declined to fund my startup, which collapsed into bankruptcy.

In business school before that, I’d written a fairly detailed, 40-page academic research paper on competition between Boeing and Airbus in the market for super-jumbo airliners. Roget gave me a dozen synonyms for the word ‘competition’ – clash, contention, engagement, rivalry and horse-race among them — and I included a boxing match analogy in the conclusion. My statistics professor called the paper ‘well-written but frothy.’

As a public relations guy during the late 1990s dot-com boom, I wrote a speech for a Silicon Valley mogul. I was awed in the man’s presence. I tried to put beautiful words in his mouth, stunning phrases that rivaled the great orators. The guy read my draft. ‘It’s not f– -ing art,’ he said, and never talked to me again. Pretty soon I lost that job.

I never succeeded in business or PR, or the myriad other careers I attempted. I was never motivated. I was always doing the wrong thing, always trying to be like someone else — college friends who’d made big money after business school, old journalism colleagues who became ‘communications professionals.’ Nothing ever clicked.

But then a time came when I was forced to write my way out of a serious illness. For three years that was all I could do, and by the time I emerged from my hospital room I realized writing was all I wanted to do. I’ve been typing ever since. I’m not a successful writer by the measures of our craft. I haven’t published much. Last year I earned $25 from my words. But I’m driven, and good things are happening.

Photo Credit: Tara Colson Leaning
Photo Credit: Tara Colson Leaning

You might say that illness was my Luca Brasi, forcing me to put words on the page. But I think it just opened my eyes to possibilities, to the writer’s motivation I already possessed. That’s the trick it took me years, and a near-death experience, to figure out.

Open your eyes.

-Mike Sinert, 2016 Nonfiction Fellow

 

Writers at Work– A WROB Event for ArtWeekBoston!

Visit writers at work in the professional work space of The Writers’ Room of Boston. Writers in various genres will answer your questions about writing craft and the writing life! Themed booths throughout the Room will allow visitors to Ask a Poet or Novelist or Memoirist, among other genres, their own questions about life in the literary arts. Members of the Writers’ Room of Boston will also display their work while visitors will be invited to craft and share their own creative responses to fun writing prompts.

Stop by the Writers’ Room between 4 and 8 PM on Thursday, March 5th. We are located on the 5th Floor of 111 State Street. Ring the call button outside the front door and a Room member will come down to get you. Or call: 617-523-0566. We’re conveniently located in the Financial District, a few blocks away from Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market.

For more information about ArtWeekBoston, visit: http://www.artweekboston.org/event/writers-at-work/

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WROB Annual Reading on June 9, 2015

The Writers’ Room of Boston is hosting our Annual Reading on Tuesday, June 9, 2015 at Lesley University’s Marran Gallery. The Gallery is located on the Doble Campus off Mellen Street in Cambridge. Members of the Room will read selections of poetry, fiction and nonfiction.

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Doors open at 6 PM for light refreshments and conversation. The reading will begin at 6:30 and will last about an hour followed by another opportunity to mingle. The following members and fellows will be reading selections of their work:

  • Valerie Duff, 2015 WROB Poetry Fellow
  • Kate Gilbert
  • Cynthia Gunadi, 2015 Ivan Gold Fiction Fellow
  • Mackenzi Lee
  • Katie Li
  • Tracy Strauss, 2015 WROB Nonfiction Fellow
  • Susan Tan, 2015 Gish Jen Fellow
  • Pui Ying Wong

If you live near Boston, please join us to celebrate the Room and the wonderful work of our members!

 

On Acceptance

When I enter the Writers’ Room of Boston, the successful works of writers greet me. Displayed in the foyer are the completed masterpieces of WROB members who’ve reached my goal: to publish a book.

The sight is one of accomplishment, passion, pride, hope, persistence, drive, faith, timing, and luck—we have no control over the latter two.

As writers, not one of us escapes rejection. For a long time, I received several rejections a week, sometimes every day. Yet somehow, instead of discouraging me, the rejections fueled me onward. I believed that if I worked hard enough, if I took the “right” steps, if I did the things writers were supposed to, I’d successfully put my words out into the world, connect with others, and reach my goal.

I honed my craft in writing workshops and networked with industry professionals at many writers’ conferences and retreats. I earned not one but two MFAs. Renowned authors became my mentors, encouraging me. I published in magazines and built my “platform.” I signed with a respected literary agent who was excited about my work.

But four years later, with two books unsold, my agent lost his enthusiasm. Eventually, I made the difficult decision to leave him.

I went back to the task of querying.

One by one, I received rejections. I was told that in the current nonfiction market I’d never sell a book, because I wasn’t a celebrity. I was advised to try to break into the publishing business by writing fiction, a genre for which fame wasn’t a prerequisite to becoming a debut author.

So I wrote a novel. One agent who requested the first five pages emailed me her reaction: “Writing fiction is a talent, which you obviously don’t have.”

Worn, I believed her. I put my manuscript away. I felt utter despair. I lost sight of the goals I had already accomplished. I saw only my failure. The encouraging words of my mentors rang hollow in my ears. I lost faith that I’d ever publish a book. I began to think such success simply wasn’t mine to attain.

Photo Credit: Debka Colson Print by Bread & Puppet
Photo Credit: Debka Colson
Print by Bread & Puppet

But I couldn’t stop writing. Call it masochism or tenacity – some days I really didn’t know what it was, but I was driven. I wouldn’t let the publishing business zeitgeist deter me.

When I received the Writers’ Room of Boston Nonfiction Fellowship, I made my way to the State Street office. I turned the key in the elevator panel. I pressed the button for the fifth floor: it lit. I ascended.

When the door opened, an overwhelming sense of acceptance welcomed me.

Now here I am, writing in the Room, feeling renewed purpose and solace in the sound of my fingers typing sentence after sentence, amidst the sounds of other writers doing the same.

In the words of Billy Joel, “I’m keeping the faith, yes I am.” We all are.

-Tracy Strauss, Fellow in Nonfiction

The ‘You’ in Memoir

Memoir: it’s all about me, me, me. And yet in reality the focus is not on “me” at all—it’s on “you,” the reader.

Photo Credit: Debka Colson
Photo Credit: Debka Colson

Recently, I was teaching a memoir workshop when one of my students announced her plan to “write my late son’s memoir.” She explained she wanted to take her son’s journals (800 pages) and “edit them down” into a book-length memoir about his life: she’d craft scenes to link his thoughts together into a full narrative. She’d write the memoir in first person, she said, but she wouldn’t be the narrator—her deceased son would tell his story. In fact, her voice wouldn’t be in the manuscript at all.

While this sounded like an intriguing idea for a book, I explained to my student that it wouldn’t be memoir, a genre written from the direct experience and first person perspective of the writer.

In my own memoir, I describe how, after my mother’s death, I was cleaning out her condo to prepare it for sale when I found several notebooks of poetry and prose she’d written when I was a girl. My adult relationship with my mother had been ridden with conflict and emotional estrangement; for years, she’d refused to talk about traumatic events from my childhood, incidents from our family life, devastating truths that I was only coming to terms with in my thirties. My mother told me she couldn’t speak of or hear about the past, because doing so would kill her.

It was only after she died from an aggressive form of ovarian cancer (known as the “silent killer”) that I gained access to her uncensored thoughts and feelings, her voice, through her written words. The more I read, the more I came to know my mother, and her perspective. With each page I turned, our relationship deepened.

I encouraged my student to take the opportunity of our workshop to try out the practice of writing about herself in relation to her son’s journals, but she declined. She wasn’t ready to engage in the memoirist’s inward process, a kind of internal transformation or combustion of life, to revivify her personal experience on the page. She believed the endeavor would be selfish, solipsistic.

I know many people who think of first-person writing as self-catharsis or therapy. And there’s nothing wrong with writing for that reason. But when we write for an audience, it’s not enough to simply vomit life onto the page. The writer’s job is to create art in service to others.

When I write memoir, I’m engaging in an unspoken contract with the reader to deliver the whole story, to reveal the many dimensions of humanness, especially what is difficult to articulate. Doing so is the only way to earn the trust necessary for a reader to open my book and turn the page.

It’s only when my story transcends my own wishes, fears, triumphs, and grief that it can become meaningful to the world. Then it’s no longer my story, but our story.

Tracy Strauss, Fellow in Nonfiction

Open House & Celebration of our Fellows!

“The muses dwell here. The Writers’ Room, a 24/7 workspace downtown offers quiet encouragement”

From a Tuesday Stories article by Eugenia Williamson published in The Boston Globe on Tuesday, March 10, 2015. See: http://www.bostonglobe.com/lifestyle/2015/03/09/writer-sroom/7VP1g3KCZLgsYS5rjeAVtI/story.html

Join us for an Open House!

Wednesday, March 18th from 6-9 PM

Reading by our 2014 fellows from 7-7:30 PM:

Miriam Cook, Ellin Sarot, Jane Poirier Hart & Anthony D’Aries

111 State Street, 5th Floor, Boston, MA

The Writers’ Room of Boston is an urban writers’ colony providing 24-hour access to a quiet, affordable and secure work space for serious writers. Located in downtown Boston, the Room is convenient to public transportation.
Come check out our amenities and meet members of our supportive community. Learn about our fellowships. Light refreshments will be served.
Apply for membership!
Email: info@writersroomofboston.org

WROB Annual Reading on June 10, 2014

Board member Mary Bonina's favorite view from the Room
View from the Room

The Writers’ Room of Boston is hosting our Annual Reading on Tuesday, June 10, 2014 at Lesley University’s Marran Gallery. The Gallery is located on the Doble Campus at 34 Mellen Street in Cambridge. Members of the Room will read selections of poetry, fiction and nonfiction.

Doors open at 6 PM for light refreshments and conversation. The reading will begin at 6:30 and will last about an hour followed by another opportunity to mingle. The following members will be reading selections of their work:

  • Patricia Elam Walker (fiction)
  • Anthony D’Aries (nonfiction)
  • Arthur Bloom (fiction)
  • Jane Hart (poetry)
  • Jason Kaufman (historical fiction)
  • Danielle Legros Georges (poetry)
  • Bill Henry (fiction)

If you live near Boston, please join us to celebrate the Room and the wonderful work of our members!