Friday, August 04, 2006

Books and Websites and Graduate Degrees

I took July off. Figured I'd earned it. Not that I'm smug--I'm the least smug person you'll ever meet. At least I feel humble. Especially in light of the activities of the past month. On the 2nd of July I received my MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College. As with most commencements, it was pro forma, the work for the degree having been completed ages ago. What was different was that it was a Goddard commencement, and what makes Goddard commencements different are the students. We're all allowed a few minutes to address the crowd, and inevitably our thank-yous deteriorate into emotional cliffhangers, as we finally understand fully what we've just accomplished.
Coming right after that, while I floundered in consideration of my future, was the news that my book would be published. Name the Boy was my creative thesis, the collection of short stories I created for my master's degree. The collection will be published by the Dan River Press, and it should be available at such places as Amazon.com. As that process develops, I'll keep readers informed.
Did I just say that my short story collection is going to be published? Holy smokes! This is huge for me. In he past I'd published a story here, a story there, with the hopes that someday a publisher would pick up the collection. Even after I'd accumulated a significant pile of published stories, however, nobody wanted it. In the publishing business, it's always the same thing: they never seem to want what you've got. So what was different? What brought me success this time? My first and last answer is the writing. It's always about the writing. For the past two years I've hammered myself into a different writer: different in that I knew why I was doing what I was doing. I wrote well before; now I could master the arts that went into it, I could understand them. They became a part of me. I also became a smarter searcher of markets, increasing my research until I found a publisher that looked very close to what I wrote. And bingo.
Finally, there's a new website. It's www.shawnkerivan.com, which only makes sense. I've always been blessed by the fact that there's only one of me, and when it comes to domain names, this one was available. I'm not sure of the true purpose of a website, except to dress up the meat and two veg that is the writing. But I'm looking at it as a promotional tool. A way to show off the writer and the writing.
Oh, yeah, there's the inn. July was one of our busiest months, so while all this was going down, we were full more often than not. Fortunately, I've got Chantal to keep things moving around here, allowing me the time to write, and when I'm burned out on that, the time to bust my knuckles on the lawn tractor.
Now I've got to go sell some books.

Books and Websites and Graduate Degrees

I took July off. Figured I'd earned it. Not that I'm smug--I'm the least smug person you'll ever meet. At least I feel humble. Especially in light of the activities of the past month. On the 2nd of July I received my MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College. As with most commencements, it was pro forma, the work for the degree having been completed ages ago. What was different was that it was a Goddard commencement, and what makes Goddard commencements different are the students. We're all allowed a few minutes to address the crowd, and inevitably our thank-yous deteriorate into emotional cliffhangers, as we finally understand fully what we've just accomplished.
Coming right after that, while I floundered in consideration of my future, was the news that my book would be published. Name the Boy was my creative thesis, the collection of short stories I created for my master's degree. The collection will be published by the Dan River Press, and it should be available at such places as Amazon.com. As that process develops, I'll keep readers informed.
Did I just say that my short story collection is going to be published? Holy smokes! This is huge for me. In he past I'd published a story here, a story there, with the hopes that someday a publisher would pick up the collection. Even after I'd accumulated a significant pile of published stories, however, nobody wanted it. In the publishing business, it's always the same thing: they never seem to want what you've got. So what was different? What brought me success this time? My first and last answer is the writing. It's always about the writing. For the past two years I've hammered myself into a different writer: different in that I knew why I was doing what I was doing. I wrote well before; now I could master the arts that went into it, I could understand them. They became a part of me. I also became a smarter searcher of markets, increasing my research until I found a publisher that looked very close to what I wrote. And bingo.
Finally, there's a new website. It's www.shawnkerivan.com, which only makes sense. I've always been blessed by the fact that there's only one of me, and when it comes to domain names, this one was available. I'm not sure of the true purpose of a website, except to dress up the meat and two veg that is the writing. But I'm looking at it as a promotional tool. A way to show off the writer and the writing.
Oh, yeah, there's the inn. July was one of our busiest months, so while all this was going down, we were full more often than not. Fortunately, I've got Chantal to keep things moving around here, allowing me the time to write, and when I'm burned out on that, the time to bust my knuckles on the lawn tractor.
Now I've got to go sell some books.

Books and Websites and Graduate Degrees

I took July off. Figured I'd earned it. Not that I'm smug--I'm the least smug person you'll ever meet. At least I feel humble. Especially in light of the activities of the past month. On the 2nd of July I received my MFA in Creative Writing from Goddard College. As with most commencements, it was pro forma, the work for the degree having been completed ages ago. What was different was that it was a Goddard commencement, and what makes Goddard commencements different are the students. We're all allowed a few minutes to address the crowd, and inevitably our thank-yous deteriorate into emotional cliffhangers, as we finally understand fully what we've just accomplished.
Coming right after that, while I floundered in consideration of my future, was the news that my book would be published. Name the Boy was my creative thesis, the collection of short stories I created for my master's degree. The collection will be published by the Dan River Press, and it should be available at such places as Amazon.com. As that process develops, I'll keep readers informed.
Did I just say that my short story collection is going to be published? Holy smokes! This is huge for me. In he past I'd published a story here, a story there, with the hopes that someday a publisher would pick up the collection. Even after I'd accumulated a significant pile of published stories, however, nobody wanted it. In the publishing business, it's always the same thing: they never seem to want what you've got. So what was different? What brought me success this time? My first and last answer is the writing. It's always about the writing. For the past two years I've hammered myself into a different writer: different in that I knew why I was doing what I was doing. I wrote well before; now I could master the arts that went into it, I could understand them. They became a part of me. I also became a smarter searcher of markets, increasing my research until I found a publisher that looked very close to what I wrote. And bingo.
Finally, there's a new website. It's www.shawnkerivan.com, which only makes sense. I've always been blessed by the fact that there's only one of me, and when it comes to domain names, this is a big plus. I'm not sure of the total necessity of a website, except that it becomes an adjunct promotional tool, sort of the eye candy to the meat and two veg of the literature. It's there now, and I invite you to check it out. Learn a bit more about me, if you haven't had enough already.
Oh, yeah, the innkeeping thing. July was busy--one of our busiest months ever, so while all this high fallutin stuff was exploding around me, there was an inn to run. Fortunately I've got Chantal to do that. I'm content to go out and bust my knuckles on the lawn tractor for a change of pace.
But first I've got to sell some books.