Confession Time:

“I mean I truly believe there exists some combination of words—there must exist certain words in a specific order that would explain all of this…”  – Walter White,  from Breaking Bad

Here’s my confession:  I have an MFA packet due on Tuesday and I’m not even close to having it done.  This packet is to include one new short story, one revised short story, four pages of transcription, three reader’s response papers and forty pages of freewriting.  So one would think that the logical thing to do would be to set aside this blog for a while and get to work on the required writing, but doing things in their logical order isn’t necessarily my strong suit, and so here I am, composing a blog post in hopes that by getting this out of the way I’ll be able to focus on the tasks I need to complete by Tuesday.

I’m not going to tell you what parts of my packet I have done and what parts need to happen between now and January 15th, all I will say is that I need to put on my superhero cape or my bionic woman costume and get on with it because I’ve waited for the damn stuff to write itself and clearly that has not been my best tactic.

You see, I’ve had a hard time writing fiction lately and I’m not entirely sure why.  I’d rather write poetry or essays or memoirs or songs.  I’d rather write letters to friends or make lists.  Right now nothing sounds more daunting than sitting down in front of blank page on my computer screen and creating a story out of thin air about people who aren’t real.

When I was accepted to the MFA program two years ago I had to pick a genre for my course of study.  I could have gone in any direction:  poetry, fiction or nonfiction.  At the time I had this grandiose idea that I should choose the genre that I’d find most challenging and so I chose fiction.  That didn’t seem to be so much of a problem last year, but this year something has changed.  This year I have a bad case of fiction fatigue.

I’ve been trying to figure out what is causing this little fiction problem I seem to be having.  I think it has to do with the gap that lies between being able to recognize good fiction and being able to write it myself.  I’ve experienced similar gaps with fiddle playing.  Sometimes I can recognize when something I’m playing doesn’t sound right, but I don’t yet know what I need to do to fix the problem.  Then there is another gap that comes when I know how to fix the problem but I don’t yet have the skills to make it happen, for example my fingers might not be trained to reach so far, or the bowing technique is something I haven’t yet learned.

So I suppose my job for this second year of my MFA is to work on bridging that gap between where I’m at with my writing and where I want to be.  I have to keep on writing marginal fiction and trust that I’ll recognize when something in it doesn’t seem right.  Then I have to figure out what to nix or change or tweak in order to make it better.  And I have to keep reading great fiction and thinking about what makes it great in the first place.  It’s like putting together a complicated puzzle, but with pieces I have to hand craft myself.

Someday I’ll be glad I set myself up for this challenge, but between now and Tuesday night it’s going to hurt.

Author: Teresa

From my house I can see glaciers, mountains, the amazing Kachemak Bay and occasionally a moose family or a bear (but not Russia.) I write--primarily but not exclusively fiction--and work part time in a library.

6 thoughts on “Confession Time:”

  1. Ohh, I always feel a little better when someone else is as overwhelmed as I sometimes feel! I’ve been reading Martha Beck’s advice on Jumping off Cliffs and Just DOing the Impossible. Seems like you need a full-time cape for that sort of life- when is it chocolate and movie time? Watching the rain? sleeping in?
    But really. Always trust your cape, it’s there. Love and happy rain days, that time will come too.

  2. ah, so glad to read this…i’m in the same position right now (although, 40 pages of free write?! damn, you fiction folks are crazy!), and just feeling…stuck and boring and like everything i write is putting me to sleep. i’m trying to learn to “honor procrastination as part of the process,” but sometimes it’s just plain old self-abuse, isn’t it? i desperately want to get up and wash dishes right now.

    1. You know it’s bad when you want to do the dishes! I keep hearing from other MFA people that year 2 is the hardest, so I’m hanging on to that tidbit, hoping that the way I’m feeling about my writing lately is a normal part of the process. I was glad to see you back on your blog the other day!

  3. Teresa, this is the first post of yours I’ve read, and already I feel a kindred spirit. 🙂 Good on you for your MFA work; here’s hoping that the past month has been kind. I’m glad to meet you here, and look forward to getting to know you and your words.

    1. Tele,
      Thanks for visiting. I subscribed to Hooked and am looking forward to reading your writing on the interwebs! 🙂 If you ever make it to Homer give a shout.

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