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What's the deal with back cover blurbs? Sometimes I read them and then read the book, and it's almost too obvious that the blurb-writer never even finished the book. Is it a major "diss" to decline to blurb someone? Do you ever write blurbs and if so, under what circumstances? What is the key to writing the perfect blurb? And why do blurbs always say something about the writer and/or book being "compassionate"?
Blurbing is fun. I think that any good blurb should have one or two swear words in it. I will blurb a book when several things come together in a rare convergence--someone asks me to do it and I have time and/or remember. But that usually doesn't all happen.
The diss factor of not blurbing someone is hard to measure--all that stuff usually happens through publishers and agents and an author doesn't necessarily even know who their book has been sent to.
The mention of "compassion" is usually found in jacket copy (rather than in blurbs by fellow authors) and is publishing code for "feminine but not chick-lit." A compassionate author is usually an authoress who writes about women, girls, and family life; and even though most male authors also write about this stuff, they are hardly ever called compassionate, nor is their prose called jewel-like, probably since they are being called brilliant and ambitious instead.
So, Stacey. How are you?
I'm a little better Liam, thanks for asking. I've had a hard year with a lot of back pain but I think the worst is over now. My great aunt died yesterday and I'm sad about that. She was very cool and smart.
Oddly, I had a dream about you last night. You were walking down an alley wearing a blue t-shirt. I gave you a hug but I didn't see your face. It was very maternal. I felt very encouraging. You go, Liam!
Dear Stacey, It's been over a year since I finished my Master's and roughly the same amount of time since I typed a single page of fiction. If I had to guess at why Iíd probably say it had something to do with laziness, fear, ridiculously long hours of work for very little pay, followed by compulsive spending, self-sabotage, prolonged (and no longer deserving) self-congratulation, chronic distraction or, possibly the most severe - a vapid, disconnected, yet somehow elitist sense that nothing is interesting... Iím sorry to burden you with this, but frankly, I find your Q&A the best advice column in the history of advice columns (even including those masked as Q&A forums).
What makes this all suddenly relevant (hence the cry for help to you) is that two weeks ago I moved to Los Angeles, in a spontaneous act of optimism toward my career. Actually, let me back this up. Four months ago I quit smoking. Two weeks ago I moved to L.A. and presently I live in a hotel room where I am serenaded by the shrieks of bikini-clad teenagers throwing back diet pills with jager bombs. I came here to write, Stacey. So, I guess my question to you is how do you conquer the endless obstacles trying to keep you from doing what you most intend to do? Thank you, in advance, for any insight you might share.
Itís all about fear, Emma. For grown ups, making art is fraught with fear, as is love. Thereís a lot at stake, like your sense of yourself as smart or worthwhile or interesting or useful. Writing is also really hard, and who wouldnít rather go spree-shopping now and then? Itís better than the possibility of discovering that you suck, or are a fraud, or boring, or empty, or (as I suspect is the case with you) that you are very talented but are screwing up and/or wasting your talent. Thatís not pretty. Who wants to look at that? I know Iíd rather do Jager shots by the pool.
Fear is strong. It does not like to be messed with. It doesnít want to be conquered. Iíve found that it doesnít even help that much to remind yourself that writing is your dream or life goal or calling. I mean, itís good to know, but in the end, I think you have to sort of leave the fear where it is and flow around it. The methods for doing this fall into two categories. The first involves the inner self. You voyage into your inner self and trick the fear. Trick the fucker! One way is to recall a time in your life when making things was uncomplicated because you were just playing around. Back then, you wanted to make up stories because it was so fun. Remember? Sort of? Back when you didnít worry about anyone judging you? See if you can go with that.
The other way is probably easier, and also probably works better, and I learned it from watching the show Obsessed on TV. Youíve got to see this show. Itís about people with OCDósuch as the lady who brushes her teeth for an hour a day who has to walk around with corn in her teeth, and the handwashing girl who is made to touch the seat of a porta-pottyóbecause apparently, the most effective therapy for OCD is to just make people do the thing theyíre afraid of, over and over, until they can do it without freaking out. Theyíre still afraid, kind of, but they just do it anyway until they get bored and stop treating the fear with reverence. According to this method, you have to write everyday, or most days. Thatís all. No thinking. You pick a time and do it. Since youíre busy, you should try to pick a relatively small amount of time, like one hour. One hour is a lot if you donít do anything else. Even 45 minutes is good (but itís hard to focus in less time than that). Sometimes less time is better, actuallyóthe thought is less daunting, and youíre motivated to concentrate. Leave the internet alone. And though itís terrible to contemplate the early hours (I canít do it), many people find their self-critical mind is not yet up and running first thing in the morning, and you can use up all your good brain power before your day job sucks it out of you.
Also, you donít have to always write fiction (or whatever it is you write when youíre being a writer). Sometimes itís easier to write notes, observations, sketches, outgoing answering machine messages, descriptions, memories, or plans for things you want to write later. It might get you going. Plus, it counts as writing.
Finally, smoking; ah, smoking. Did you know that nicotine isnít actually bad for you? Cigarettes are deadly but nicotine is benign. What if you allowed yourself one piece of nicotine gum every time you sat down at your desk? Then you can combine the most addictive substance in the world with writing! If that doesnít work, weíre going to have to stick you with a cattle prod.
Hey, Stacey. Your new short story in Versus Anthology (Volume 1) inspired me to pose this question. I'm 26 now, and when I was a kid, I remember the live-action children shows that I watched ("Clarissa Explains It All," "Salute Your Shorts," and my favorite, "Pete and Pete") always featured cool, smart, spunky, young heroines who were basically tomboys or something close to it. And the girls on the shows who were ultra-girly and fasionably-dressed were almost always portrayed as being vain, vapid, and were often the enemy of the hero(es)/heroine(s). But over the last twelve years or so, it seems the SOP has become to base kids shows around overly-sexualized "prosti-tots" and their fabulous, materialistic lifestyle (the cartoon "Bratz" being perhaps the most egregious offender).
To put it succinctly, I personally find this development to be very disturbing and culturally poisonous.
Have you noticed this trend? What are your thoughts on the subject?
Your vanquished Scramble! foe,
Hi Liam. I haven't noticed this trend since I don't watch children's shows very often, though I once tried to watch Hannah Montana. Boy, did that ever suck. But she's a plucky heroine, right? And I don't think Bratz exists anymore. Didn't they lose a lawsuit and have to be pulled off the market or something? So I don't know, really. I've only heard about the prosti-tots secondhand. I'm not sure I believe it--that it's new in some way. I mean, you should have seen the clothes girls little girls wore in the seventies. Tube tops and hot pants, cha cha cha.
I'm sorry to bring my mental health concerns to you, Stacey Richter, but I have to ask. You said something about SSRI's earlier. What are your thoughts on them? I'm a depressive writer type (how boring, I know) whose gotten a lot of good out of over the counter supplement type things, cutting back sugar and going to good old fashioned therapy. But I wonder about those drugs. Are they any good? do they mess up your writing? Is this too personal to ask?
I think everyone wonders about those drugs--the idea of a happy pill is alluring. But in my experience, they're not really happy pills, they're more like anti-desperation pills with unpleasant side effects. I've found they sort of redirect my brain from the deep end to the shallow end so that instead of thinking about pain and death all the time, I think about shopping and decorating and pain and death all the time. They don't mess up my writing, they don't change who I am in any way, which is a bit disappointing. Still, they're serious drugs that scramble your brain and everyone reacts differently to that. I know some people who say they're much happier, or don't feel like themselves, or feel flat, or don't want to have sex anymore, or couldn't live without them. My opinion tends to be that if you're doing okay, you probably don't want to scramble your brain--but it's really up to you. For me, it has more to do with chronic pain, which fucks up your brain chemicals, than normal depression, though there may not really be much difference, in the end, between pain-depression and depression-depression.
Hey, Stacey Rumer Richter (I spelled your middle name correctly, right?)!
I have a really random question, apropos of nothing, for you: You wouldn't happen to be any good at Boggle or online variants of Boggle, would you? And, if you indeed just happen to be good or great or whatnot at it, could you please share with all of us Richterites ("the Richter Army of the Undead" if you will, and I enthusiastically hope you do!) some strategies and techniques you might have? Perhaps some advice for a young person who used to think he or she was relatively smart until he or she played "Scramble," the Facebook rip-off of Boggle, for hours last night and the best this theoretical he or she could score was an always hilarious but nevertheless rather paltry 69???
Just a shot in the dark! Hope I luck out!
Your faithful bootlick,
69 is not a bad score. You can make longer words by looking for double letters, er's, ed's, re's, un's, ing's, and other assorted prefixes and suffixes. S's are very important. I would also advise that you experiment with one of two strategies: if you're a very fast typist, try to get as many short words as possible. If you're an average typist, look for long words, since they give you more points. But eventually, if you want to crush your opponents like eggshells, you will have to find the long words.
Please be careful with the game. I've quit smoking, I've given up sugar, I've walked away from various addictive street drugs without a glance back, but I cannot stop playing this stupid online word game. I don't exactly like it but I can't stop. I will choose the game over almost any other activity, including smoking crack and peeing. The only way I've been able to stop is to have my internet use restricted by content-blocking software designed for parents who don't want their kids to see porn. So good luck, Liam. Good luck.
Do you subscribe to any of those "shelter rags", like dwell? If so, has reading them fostered any real effect on how you decorate your own home?
Before it folded, I used to subscribe to the great magazine Nest, the strangest, most confusing decorating magazine ever. It didn't usually show houses. Instead it had lush layouts of decaying schoolrooms in Kazakhstan, Bedouin tents, underground bunkers, abandoned apartments, things like that. I spent a long time trying to find a weird, Soviet-schoolroom-green paint color for my office, and I did find it. It was a Disney color called Christopher Robin's Swing from Home Depot.
Then I subscribed to Elle Decor for a year but it annoyed me. Mostly I like to look at vintage decorating books from the fifties and sixties, if I look at all. Many people don't realize that the urge to paint, repaint, redecorate, decorate, move, and buy assorted throw pillows is actually a side effect of SSRI drugs, particularly Lexapro. Really. I swear. Ask your friends. Since I haven't taken it for years, I now have trouble concentrating on paint chips.
What will you say on your book oral?
I will say, "I'm very sorry but I simply can't imagine taking my book oral on such a beautiful day." And then I will leave.
Hi. How's it hangin'?
Hi! Could be worse, but only slightly. How's it hanging for you?
Thank you for replying to my Questions. At the moment I am reading the Sisterhood of Traveling Pants 2. Which I got for my 11th bday. Hey Stac wat are your books about sush as My date with satan or Twin study and do u have any other books? At this current time where are you and when are you going to Australia if your not. Do you have MSN. Because I feel alone because I know nobody with the same name or last name.Oh and by the way u can call me Stac or Stacey not stacey richter because i feel like u ok plz reply within the next day.
Hi Stac, I'm glad you're reading Sisterhood of Traveling Pants 2. I haven't read that one but I hear it's good. My books are short stories about people and animals, but mostly they are about people. I don't have any other books right now. I don't really think you will like my books yet, as they are mostly about boring grown-up things like fights and relationships and money and home decoration.
I've never been to Australia but I'd love to go someday. It's nice to know there's another Stacey Richter out there I agree. I don't have MSN but you can email if you'd like. It's: firstname.lastname@example.org