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I took three weeks of vacation this month, for which I prepared by stocking my iPad with four novels and three non-fiction books to read for research on a new novel. I brought pens and extra refill cartridges and two notebooks. I bought a pocket hotspot device so I could communicate with my writing world at home to send in blog posts and tweets. I was ready. What I had prepared for could only be described as a busman's holiday--in which, like the bus driver who takes a road trip, one does exactly on holiday what one does for work.
August 27, 2014 | Henriette Lazaridis
Genre is a curious thing. For starters, it’s got a name that forces you to choose between sounding pretentious or sounding vocally lazy. And even once you decide how to say its name out loud, you’re faced with the fact that, in some circles anyway, genre has, well, a bad name. I don’t write genre fiction, but I can imagine how tiresome it gets for those who write crime novels, science fiction, fantasy, or westerns when the literary establishment relegates them to a lesser world
July 24, 2014 | Henriette Lazaridis
As writers, we’re familiar with the wisdom that in order to write, you need to silence the censoring voices in your head. Whether those are the critical murmurings of the family members portrayed in our memoirs, or the encouragements of our mentors over the years, we need to learn not to listen to them while we engage in the business of getting the words onto the page. (There will be time later in the process to heed the advice of mentors and editors and classmates--and perhaps of family members, too.) But what to do about public voices, voices that speak ...
June 26, 2014 | Henriette Lazaridis
Writing in the Atlantic yesterday on Shakespeare’s 450th birthday, John Paul Rollert reminds us that Shakespeare was an actor first and a playwright second. “The stage,” Rollert writes, “is where Shakespeare taught others to lose sight of him, where he taught himself to lose sight of Shakespeare. . . Omit the stage, and you omit the origin of William Shakespeare.”
April 24, 2014 | Henriette Lazaridis
I’m writing this blog post on my flight from Boston to Seattle for this year’s AWP. This will be the third AWP I’ve attended, and for the third year in a row, I find myself both excited about all the people I will be able to see and meet anew, and pre-emptively mortified about how forward, how intrusive, my interactions might seem.
I should make it clear that I’m attending AWP not only to hear panels or to speak on them (though I am on a panel on Saturday afternoon), but largely to sit at an exhibitor’s table for The Drum