CONFESSIONS OF A BLOG JUNKIE

Re-blog of Barbara Rogan’s Stunning Post

     My April 19th post of THEN & NOW (The Writer’s Life), was a comparison of the writing/submission process THEN (circa the 1930s), with typewritten Mss, manila envelopes, stamps and snailmail … and NOW, with the computer, internet and email.  I was pleased with its reception.  A few days after its introduction, I read a brilliantly written blog post by Barbara Rogan which stands as a kind of counter-point to THEN & NOW in that it gives insight to the publishing business from the other side of the desk, so to speak, and offers thumbnail portraits of some of the great editors and publishers.

     I offer it now as a reblog, for your enjoyment.  After you experience the richness of her prose and the subject, I invite you to check out her latest novel, A Dangerous Fiction

             Please enjoy:

A Dangerous Fiction

The Best Part of Publishing

Posted 9/12/12, by Barbara Rogan

The problem with living in the golden age of anything is that you never know it at the time. It is what it is, that’s all. Only much later, when it’s over, do you realize in retrospect what anextraordinary period it was.

I thought about this the other day when I came across a piece in the New Yorker, “Editors and Publisher” by John McPhee: an affectionate appreciation of his two great New Yorkereditors, William Shawn and Bob Gottlieb, and his publisher, Roger Straus Jr. It occurred to me that I had known and worked with two of these men, Bob Gottlieb when he was editor-in-chief of Knopf, and Roger Straus Jr. during his long tenure at the helm Farrar, Straus and Giroux. I was, at the time, a young literary agent based in Tel Aviv, representing Israeli writers abroad and American and European writers in Israel. I had moved from New York to Tel Aviv at the age of 22, worked for an Israeli publisher for a year, saw a niche into which I might fit, and at the ripe old age of 23 launched the Barbara Rogan Literary Agency.

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CONFESSIONS OF A BLOG JUNKIE : An Alchemy of the Profoundest Intimacy

During the waning hours of last evening, I read Peggy Bechko’s excellent blog, Adding That Novel Punch and when I finished it I was moved to comment on its helpful content.  Now, before you race over to her blog site to test the veracity of my statement, let me head you off at the pass and tell you that you won’t find anything by me there.*  But it wasn’t for want of trying.  I filled the comment box three times, and though I must say the quality of each comment was better than the preceding (which went far, I suppose, in supporting the point of her blog—read it and you’ll see what I mean), the sad fact was that nary a comment got posted.  The good gatekeeper systematically rejected my log on three times with words (and, I will be forgiven for not remembering them exactly) to the effect of “Log on not authorized”—and each time the content **POOF** vanished.  I should say—and will—that I imagine most readers will have already thought, “a person with even a modicum of intelligence would have copied the second post after the first one failed, would certainly have copied the third one (especially as it was the best of the lot) after the second had ethereally imploded.”  In my defense, though, I didn’t think of it ….

So, Peggy, this is in way of apologizing for not leaving a comment on a blog that was truly comment-worthy.  I’ll try to recapture the flavor of my third comment, but you’ll have to take my word for it that the original [third] draft was a true work of genius.

Your blog appealed to the writer not to distance himself from the reader by telling  the reader what the character is feeling instead of letting the character’s behavior express those feelings. Your blog contains so much more, but this is the part on which I choose to focus.

As I studied your post I reflected that when fiction is perfectly executed, little squiggly black marks on white paper move through a direct conduit from the character’s emotional response to the reader’s exactly corresponding emotional affect. No thought intervenes. It is metaphor directly injected, not simile with all its “likes” or “ases”. It allows—no, it causes!—the reader to be that character. However briefly, an alchemy of the profoundest intimacy takes place, as anyone who has experienced it can attest.

Knowing this, I asked myself: “Why do we all, as writers—knowing what is at stake—have to perennially guard against the tendency to distance ourselves from our readers?  Aside from the fact that it’s easier to shovel out a dish of “tell”, I believe the roots travel to a deeper source. In order to directly transfer that level of alchemical intimacy from character to reader, the writer must first experience it in himself …  And the necessary degree of intimacy with the truth of one’s emotions, along with the vulnerability that entails—laying everything out bare—can be (in keeping with the season) pretty spooky. I know it is for me.

There is a nail somewhere in my paragraph that I have failed to hit directly on the head.  I know that! But, I’m going to leave it with shank bent for someone less intellectually challenged to straighten out and drive it home.

*  *  *

 As for me, I’m going to allow that paragraph to be a segue into another blog which nudged me into its presence with the intriguing title, Happy Birthday, Mom … A Remembrance.  The blog is the child of Teresa Cypher,  I use the words “nudged me” advisedly. There is something serendipitous about the fact that her blog wormed its way into my awareness shortly after I had read Peggy Bechko’s posting.

Aside from the fact that two of the readers who left comments spoke directly of the transfer of emotions (“Teresa, this post made me cry,” and, this one: “I can’t see the keyboard for my tears.”), two other comments, with one of them being answered by the blogger, plumb deeper into the mystery of emotional intimacy I’ve been struggling to describe.

The first one observed, “Had to be hard and heart-soothing at the same time to write that entry.”

And, the second: “A very personal post and at first it felt a little ‘intruderish’’ to comment on that.” (Emphasis mine) … to which Teresa replied, “Looking at the post now, it does appear that I was having a conversation with myself.” (Again, Emphasis mine.)

Friends, I challenge anyone to read her post without at the very least getting a lump in your throat, or if you’re an “unliberated” man, perhaps that tickly thing in the solarplexes that warns, wordlessly, “Watch it!  Watch it!  Blink, take a deep breath, think of something else.”

And, now that I think about it, perhaps that unliberated-writer-man I’m talking about is one of the people Peggy Bechko is directing her suggestions to, after all, about not distancing himself from his reader.

*  Interesting dilemma … after saying this, I decided to give it one more try posting a comment on Peggy Bechko’s blog.  You guessed it.  Now, all of paragraph one is sham!

 

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Take a U turn at Near Death

We have a river called the Kern and nicknamed “Killer Kern” that races and roils just north of our city.  There are two signs at the mouth of the canyon, one in English, one in Spanish that simply shows the running count of people who have lost their lives in the Killer Kern.  I Googled it just now, wanting the number.  I found it: (216)  along with the picture.

None of this seems to matter.  No one heeds the warning of the signs. Two or three people die each year, nearly all during the baking Bakersfield summer, when the temps can soar to 110 or higher.  Some bodies are not found until late fall, early winter.  It’s a terrible waste.

The Killer Kern scares the bejesus out of me.  I won’t so much as stick a toe in it for fear of it sucking me in.  I’ve often wondered at what a horrible death drowning in the Killer Kern would be.  None of the 216 will ever tell us.  I’m a writer, but for that I prefer to exercise poetic license.

There is one writer who might take you closer to the experience than you’d prefer to be taken.

On July 30th, I opened Ellie Ann’s Spirit Saturday: Quiet Chaos blog and within the first few powerful words I found myself sucked into what — with just a slight change of venue — could easily have been the Killer Kern.  I lived through it… barely, but with my value system tweaked by her message.

Here, come on it.  The water’s fine….

I never thought I’d die this way. Suffocating, struggling, drowning. The river pushed me deeper into its murky depths and white bubbles exploded around me. The thunderous roar of the rapids sounded muffled, a distant voice. The current whipped my body upside down. Pain shot through my shoulder when I crashed into a rock. I desperately wrenched my body into a fetal position, but not before my head slammed against the river bottom. Darkness and stars of pain filled my vision. I almost succumbed, almost sank into unconsciousness.”     http://ellieannsoderstrom.wordpress.com/2011/07/30/spirit-saturday-quiet-chaos/

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CONFESSIONS OF A BLOG JUNKIE

I’ve had my blog for a couple of months now.  I’d been putting it off for at least that long.  Perhaps twice that long.  I think it was twice that long.  As an insurance agent, if it had been my prospect who was waffling that much over getting a policy, I’d have told him, “You kinda have a hard time making up your mind, don’t you.”

But the difference is it was me having a hard time.  And, I have to live with me, so I try to cut myself a little slack.  I’m generous like that.

So, I attacked the problem logically.  I did a Google search for free blogs.  I admit, I’m not a quick study, so it made perfect sense that if I’m going to have to follow a learning curve, then why should I follow it on my dime?

Right off the bat three serendipitous events occurred in my blogging life:

First, I came across WordPress.  It satisfied two important needs.  If was free, so I figured I could afford to learn as long as I want.  Bad idea …  but it sounded good at the time.! The second need it satisfied was that it had hundreds and hundreds of free themes – backgrounds and column layouts and colors and widgets and snippets and snappets — and, I was in a kind of Disneyland for bloggers.

I spent the first week or two sampling this or that theme, you know,  the all-important red letters on black background, pink on chartreuse, and whether my writing should shriek out in a size 48 font or whether I should have my reader lounge around my blogroom in a precious calligraphic script.  Oh, so many decisions.  But, oh so much time to entertain them, since, by gum!, my blog was free.

Which brings me to my second serendipitous event: Sonia Medeiros.

Let me explain.  I met her, I think, when she retweeted something of mine.  Totally unimportant on the Cosmic level.  Vitally important to me  because she adopted me.  Of course she didn’t know it, still doesn’t know it (well, now she does!)  She has become Mama Medeiros, my blog maven.  It was with her encouragement that I posted my first blog.  There have only been 5 or 6 since then and she has been there for each, with her party horn tooting and party hat cocked at a jaunty angle.

And, then she did something else.  She told me you really must get to know Kristen Lamb, and you’ll do that by reading her books, We Are Not Alone: The Writer’s Guide To Social Media, and Are You There Blog? It’s Me, Writer.  I went to Amazon immediately and bought both.

I needed to read no more than the first page of each to understand that she was to become the third serendipitous event in my blogging life.

Now… two months into my blogging infancy, what have I learned?  I’ve learned to run before I crawl…  What?  What did he say?  Is he dyslexic?  No! Listen to the ladI know him well! Left to his own devises, he would still be building the perfect blog theme and he would keep crawling to its dubious but flashy graduation, Pomping and Circumstancing his way into 2012.

So, throughout my first half-dozen or so flawed blog posts, I’ve had one die-hard regular.  Thanks Mama Sonia!  Oh, and, I followed another of her kernals of advice.  I studied other blogs out there.  And, in the course of following her advice I have officially become the title of this blog.  I have scoured, analyzed, taken apart and put together so many blogs that I think in not too many more months I will be able to offer the world a fairly decent blog of my own.

In the meantime, I will share the blogs I find most appealing, helpful, entertaining, naughty, enlightening, colorful, eloquent and fun … above all, fun.

So won’t you drop by?  And please invite your friends?  And above all, why not turn me on to a blog or two that you especially like?

                                                                   See you in a few…

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