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  • if “the last thing

    if “the last thing
    I want
    to do
    is
    upset you”
    does
    that mean
    “I want to
    upset you,
    after
    I’m done with
    all my other
    projects?”

  • An Interview with Dana Reinhardt

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    Photo credit: Chelsea Hadley.
    In which Reinhardt talks about why she rarely uses her notebook, how her first book may have been the easiest to write, and getting a sixteen-year-old to translate into IM.
    Dana Reinhardt is the author of three novels for young adults. Her most recent book, How to Build a House (Random/Lamb, 2008), tells the story of a resilient teen who leaves her split family and life on the coast for a summer in Tennessee. Reinhardt’s pre-novel-writing experience includes working in the foster care system, fact-checking for a movie magazine, working for PBS’ Frontline, and time spent as a reader for a young adult line at a mass-market paperback house.
    We chatted by phone eons ago (she’s very patient). I read through the conversation last month while simultaneously attempting to tackle a novel during NaNoWriMo, and her words rang so true — there’s great advice here for artists of all stripes, and especially for writers.
    Dana Reinhardt on the web: danareinhardt.net
    Cecil Vortex: Do you have a writing routine you hold to?
    Dana Reinhardt: I do. I try my best to stick to writing every workday. It’s a bonus if I do any writing on a weekend. I try to write Monday through Friday as if I had a real job. My goal for each day can change but in general, my rule is that my workday’s not done until I have three pages, which is roughly 1,000 words, maybe a little less. So it’s somewhere in there. I generally don’t let myself off the hook until I’ve done that. And sometimes I can do that in 40 minutes, and sometimes it takes me ten hours. But I try to have that done every single day.
    CV: Is there an outline you work off?
    DR: I don’t work with outlines. I know a lot of people do, but I don’t. I mean, I know where I’m headed, usually. Before each book so far that I’ve written, I know generally the arc of the story and how I want it to end. And sometimes I’ll have certain things I have an idea that I want to have happen halfway through. But in general, for me, the fun about writing is finding out what happens between the beginning and the end of the story.
    CV: Do you try to get a first draft out and then go back and revise? Or do you tend to polish as you go?

    (more…)

  • Great-grandfather’s beard

    been thinking about
    my great-grandfather’s beard.

    I can’t compete with that.

    Puffy-white sketched
    lawyer-still.
    Coffee, ironed tablecloths, small spoons.
    Not one drop swings
    loose.

    Cigars for all. Corona de Luxe
    smoke drifts
    over old Europe squares.
    Sons in perfect pose. Even the camera man
    had his act together.

  • Smoke Alarm

    Smoke alarm
    went off
    last night
    for no reason.
    Hoping I didn’t die
    and don’t know it.
    Apologies
    if next time you see me
    I’m a scary ghost.

  • Bad words

    Meatballs (the movie) caused me to explain slurs to my kids the other day. Looking for a less-than-awful example, I stumbled on this lost memory:
    As noted else-blog, I lived in Holland for a stretch while growing up. There I was, getting taller, all surrounded by Dutch stuff.
    The American and Dutch kids went (mostly) to different schools, but we lived next door to each other, listening to our older brothers’ copies of “Sheer Heart Attack” by Queen.
    Sometimes we played together. For those times when we fought, we created our own slurs. “Dutchies!” we’d call the Dutch kids. Which sounds to me now like a matched-set of collectable mob bosses. Or were we really just saying “Dutch cheese”? That would be an odd thing to call someone, even in anger.
    “Cray-shee Amerikahnsies!” they’d call us. And OK — that was fair. We were crazy. Crazy about rock n roll!
    Even as we launched our half-hearted catapaults, we couldn’t take it too seriously. How angry could you be listening to a band whose lead guitarist had hair what looked like this?
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    Brian May kept the peace.

  • driving

    driving home late telling my eyes
    it’s just about time to open
    wide, let in a few headlights
    reveal the back
    of my head.
    clang noises clanging back there
    still clanging away let
    the headlights
    shine on in.

  • Disappointed

    Sad to learn today that all those robocalls weren’t actually being made by robots. I guess it would have taken a lot of campaign resources to create an army of robo-Feinsteins and robo-Newsoms. I can’t blame them for focusing on other things. I don’t blame them. It just would have been so awesome.

  • It’s time to boogie

    get thee to the polls….

  • Virtual LP: Lullaby

    Here’s a sleepy little tune-let to add to the Virtual LP. I’ve been messing around with these changes for a few days now and wanted to see tonight whether I could get a few takes recorded around the margins of a work eve.
    One program note: following Shonny Vortex’s recent vocal debut, Lullaby marks the Virtual LP premiere for Power Vortex, here on backup vocals. He did in two takes. Quite the pro, that Power.
    Thanks for listening and nighty night,
    -Cecil
    update: new version uploaded Saturday with a vocal fix, guitar, and a rousing coda.
    time: 1:29 seconds; specs: 1.3M
    Press Play to play.