Literary Insecurity:

I shouldn’t be all hung up on this but I found this article (via Megnut) and now want to be a famous blogger. But if I pause, I’ll remember I’m an attention whore and want to be a famous everything. That made me rethink.

No, really, what’s going on is the last few months, I’ve been trying to concentrate on writing longer articles for print magazines and maybe getting paid for some of them, instead of sassy-little one offs for this here blog. Rooting around the archives of Linsdayism, Zulkey.com, and few other SXSW attendees, I’m realizing that the two need not live in different galaxies. Something inspires me to huff and puff here at Where’s There’s Smoke. Why can’t that something be the basis of an article, a review, an essay? Or rather, why shouldn’t it? I think I’ve been too fat and happy as a writer over the last few months what with my New York agent and my teeny piece in The Believer and my levitating skateboard and all (I’ll send pictures). That ain’t the gig. Writing regularly is. I need to do more of it.

SXSW Inspiration #1. More to come. Tonight we Break Bread.

Digital Impasse:

Jason Kottke is attempting to read 52 new magazines in 2004. He’s posted a list of the 350 publications suggested to him by his readers. While I’m intruiged by several of these titles, I can’t get over how some of don’t have websites. Precisely what century do these magazines think this is? Or are they hanging on to that tired old nonsense that not having a website is somehow an affirmation of their print cred? The truth is that in 2004, most people get at least some of their crucial information from the web. Not having a way to communicate to your audience online to me is no different than failing to post your hours on your front door.

Cometbus, you’re among the most respected zines in the country. Get a website, ya bums!

Glued:

So my piece for The Believer on the hot glue gun, after some (okay, lots of) initial trepidation is done. My intrepid editor Vendela gave me solid feedback that I put to good use. I believe it’s set to show up in next month’s issue.

This is really when the non-fiction writing process is most rewarding, when you learn something you didn’t overcame your fears about not knowing and wrote. Then, even if you and your first reader disagree, you both intuitively sense the intrinsic worth of the piece.

I can’t wait to do another.

“Free” lance:

This morning Maggie pointed me to a very funny and dead on piece about the average day of a freelance writer. It reminded me of Fran Lebowitz’s legendary piece about a typical day of her life. Hers had a lot more smoking than this one, but you get the idea.

I wonder if those out there who work 9 to 5 jobs know what mutants us freelancers are, how we live in fear of never doing enough, of overcompensating be working way too hard and then dulling the aniexty with watery coffee, Homestar Runner cartoons and reruns of Law & Order. Of course, everyone on that show has a real job so screw them and their retirement accounts.

Er, right. I should get some work done.

Giving a Low Hug:

When I hug out with Roman last week, he mentioned he had run into AJ of the Low Hug blog and zine at the Allied Media Conference earlier this month (I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t go but it would have been nuts). I picked up one of AJ’s “Chick Tracts” at Atomic Books the last time I was in Baltimore and loved it, a tiny booklet containing one long essay about representations of young women in 80’s popular cinema.

Never mind I love the subject. Not only was it well written but it contained none of the usual zine garble (“Sorry it took me so long to finish this issue. I broke my toe etc.) and (heaven forfend) it actually had a mailing address and a web site address on the back.

What a concept! I cannot stress to you what a luxury this is for the zine fan, used to falling in love with a publication only to find out the creator leaves no trace of themselves anywhere and relies on chance and fate to cultivate a readership. Maybe they don’t want to a readership. I don’t know. But its mean and stupid to publish something, place it in stores where people can buy it, read it, love it and then reward their interest with silence.

And yes, I understand zines are print publications and don’t need to be duplicated, line for crooked line, on the web. Nor are they professional publications with big fancy subscription departments. How about just an email address then? A mailing list (which can be set up for free in about 15 seconds) to let your readers know when a new issue comes out? It’s not hard, just a little grown up and responsible. Artists have to do it. Unsigned indy bands also. Why not you?

So AJ of Low Hug is my new zine hero. I urge you to check out her catalog, which is clean and well-organized, another small mriacle. I hope she sees this and drops me a note.

The Mama ‘Mama:’

Caught Ariel Gore’s reading at Modern Time Books this evening, from her new memoir Atlas of the Human Heart. Gore is the founder and publisher of Hip Mama, a longstanding feminist publication that advocates for the relevance, importance and hipness of moms. Atlas is about the year Gore spent in China when she was 16. Great writing and a sharp, cool ear for dialogue. Highly recommended.

Oh and if you can catch her while she’s on tour, she’s got a whole little road show going on, with two poets, a guitarist and a shadow puppet show. An A+ hour of entertaiment.

The ‘mystery’ of writing:

My friend Matt who reads this here blog and saw me speak at Hopkins last week sent along this article about the L.A. Times Festival of Books and the rediculously long lines at the “How Do I get an Agent?” panel. I was reminded of the talk I gave on Sunday at the Marin County chapter of the California Writers Club. For an hour I thought (immodestly) that I held the audience enrapt. I told then you don’t need an agent to succeed as a writer, you don’t need a publisher to say, “Yes it’s ok now to call yourself a writer.” You need to declare it for yourself, to work, work, work, at writing wherever you can, to belong to a literary community and to support that community with your efforts.

After I finished, a very nice woman raised her hand and said “I hear what you’re saying but that sounds like a lot of work. How do I get an agent?”

Friends, it is a lot of work. The other arts (musicians, painters, actors) accept this and do it anyway, whether or not they have any external validation. When was the last time you heard the bass player of your average bar band say “well, I’m not really a musician because an agent/label/whomever hasn’t discovered me yet.”

Aspiring writers labor under some absurd notion that those who have “made it” as writers, our Michael Chabons, our Ann Patchetts, are from some farwaway land, where the secrets of the trade are released from a golden box for all to share. But here on earth, the only recourse they feel they have is to mail piles of submissions to agents and publishers in hopes of being one of those lottery stories where a secretary likes the typeface on the title page, recommends it to their boss and tomorrow they’re being handed the National Book Award.

It’s a myth. Writing is work. Lots of it. A career’s worth. Those folks you see winning the awards and getting interviewed by Charlie Rose have been at it for years, often with no recognition, little money, and no publisher’s reassurance. And the sitting at your desk and crafting beautiful sentences is only the first half, just like composing music is only the first part of making it as a band.

How to be a writer is not a secret. You want to write, like for a living? Start small, zines, web sites, places that need content. Use those clips to work up, first to your local newspaper, then small magazines, then bigger papers, then national magazines. Read in public whereever they will let you. Get known in your community as a writer. Keep a mailing list. Make your admirers easy to read you and see you perform. Create a buzz around yourself and your work. This can all be done without agent, publisher, or anyone’s permission. Know who Neal Pollack is? He read his work is the men’s room and at the post office. He got arrested for disturbing the peace. Say what you want about his attitude. He’s got two books out already.

You wanna be a writer? Be active about it. Don’t wait for anyone’s permission. Get in there and work at it. You can do it. We all can. The only one stopping you is you.

Go to it. It’s a blast.

How to magazine:

So Red Herring Magazine is closing. So is Shift. The Industry Standard and Talk Magazine bit the dust within the last few years. I guess Upside is still around but you can’t really tell from their bizarrely altered web site (Note: Upside is no longer around. They closed last year).

It doesn’t seem to be a great time to be in the magazine business unless you’re small, nichy, maybe non-profit and largely publishing in your spare time. Some of my favorite titles like Utne Reader, Bitch Magazine, To-Do List and Ready Made are all on track to survive longer than their glossier, now-dead counterparts through a combination of these methods. Some already have. It doesn’t seem like an easy life but it is possible.

Do you have favorite magazines that also fly below the popular radar?

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