Sunday, August 01, 2010

Non-Progress Notes




I work and work and still, there seems no place in the world for my manuscript.

7 Comments:

Blogger Leslie said...

Oh, there is a place in the world. It is just so hard to find it.

I have faith.

9:17 AM  
Blogger Joseph Hutchison said...

Greg, I found your brief comment incredibly moving. My own latest manuscript, now in its fourteenth iteration, is wandering out there as well. The water is wide, as Munch shows, and the "beach" is made of boulders, and the anima (he calls her Inger) wonders when her child who set sail one day will return, having found a life of his own. I don't know anything about Munch's biography, but I imagine he had canvases like our manuscripts--and yet he kept painting, as we keep writing. Hang in there!

10:49 AM  
Blogger greg rappleye said...

My thanks to both of you.

It is simply difficult to believe that one has gone on a four year adventure, alone, and no one wants to hear the story of what you did, what you found.

6:08 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

For what it's worth, Greg, you are not alone! I've been on one of those four-year adventures too ...

7:11 PM  
Blogger Macy Swain said...

Me too, Greg. My ms. has been rejected about 15 times so far. Be of good heart. At the Wally conference last week, I was struck by Lisa Gluskin Stonestreet's story -- I believe she said her ms. was rejected 96 times. And finally hit and won a prize. Perhaps Robert can provide the details -- they're in a writing group together. Be of good heart.

7:08 PM  
Blogger Robert said...

15 times? I may not be up to 96 yet, but I'm at least over 50. Maybe I'm guilty of the "sending it out too soon" sin, but I figure there are worse crimes.

12:55 PM  
Blogger Neal C. Murphy said...

Please do not lament the absence of publisher validation to find the "place in the world". We, sharing these opinons here, are already in it.
The essence of art is in its expression. And only an artist can appreciate an artist's art. Once the stone is cast upon the waters we have no control of and should have no interest in how the ripples might affect the world or how others might see it. We just share it. We can enjoy the pattern of the ripples but the publications, prizes, flattery, all unnecessary validations that we hold dear, are puffery, mere affectations and personal adornments without reals substance. Indeed, they detract from that realm of art, that altered state of consciousness which we elicits and visit for a time. Keep art free from the strictures and burdens of the world. It is too much with us already. Linger in the Platonic realm and do not enslave yourself by worry over a paucity of print, competitions, pubishers desks etc. They are ony shadows in the empirical world. They are not part of the art's essence, even when they are shared. Like weak facimilies, they are flawed replicates of the original expression, what Plato called third representations.

11:36 AM  

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