Leslie Pietrzyk

I know, I know. We’re all too busy to write. And yet…we’re writers. Write we must. But how? Here are some ideas for ways to try to keep your creative juices flowing when real life is getting in the way. Maybe you’ll feel like you’ve discovered that 25th hour of the day:

–You’re waiting, anywhere—let’s say in line at the grocery store. Instead of flipping through the magazines or glaring at the customer ahead of you who pushes past to run back through the aisle for a forgotten can of tomatoes, mentally describe what you see, what you hear, what you smell. Does anyone around look like your characters? Are there any gestures you can snag for one of your scenes? I was riding the DC metro recently and watched a girl twisting her hair into corkscrews, over and over, her arm lifted straight over her head. She wasn’t even aware of her actions! You can bet that will show up somewhere. Whenever you’re standing around or sitting around waiting for someone or something, use that time to observe.

–Don’t pull out your phone when you’re waiting to meet someone or you’re somewhere left to your own devices. The phone is the devil, keeping you away from writing! (Okay, I exaggerate, slightly, but you’re not going to be observing and thinking and daydreaming if you’re checking your email, and observing and thinking and daydreaming are part of the work of the writer.) Just…be. Be in the moment and see what you think and see. I know, totally subversive.

–Get out of the habit of assuming you need hours of time to make progress. I belong to a neighborhood prompt group that meets once a month. We write to two different prompts for fifteen minutes each. Fifteen minutes! People have written amazing things in that short time. I’ve written a number of pieces that I later stretched into stories or scenes.

–Don’t be snobby about writing prompts. There’s something about the prompt process that is especially helpful. If I say, “Write a short story in fifteen minutes,” either you’re rolling your eyes or you’re quaking in fear. If I say, “Write about snow for fifteen minutes,” you can get going. And who knows what will result?

–And use writing prompts (or exercises) to your advantage: Write about snow, sure…with your characters in mind. As part of a possible scene for your story. With dialogue you can slip into your novel-in-progress.

–No one manages time better than a busy person. START a prompt group yourself, either with friends or strangers. They don’t have to be professional writers, just people who are interested in writing. If you make a commitment and put a date on the calendar, there you’ll be…writing.

–Your calendar is your friend. Find some chunks of time you can steal for yourself and block off your writing date. Keep it. In an ideal world, this could a weekly event, but if it’s not, don’t beat yourself up. Also, your friend is your friend: find a buddy who wants to write or read or knit or whatever. Plan time to meet up and each do your own thing, together but separate. Save the chat for afterwards.

–Can’t sleep because you’re stressed out? Welcome to the club. But use that time…it would be great if you got up and started writing. I can’t do that, though…something about leaving a cozy bed is against my nature. But my mind can leave. Instead of reliving the endless to-do list, think about the story you’re working on. Think about the novel you want to write one day. Think about the stories of your past. The benefit is that often once you do fall back asleep, your subconscious mind does some work for you and will make interesting connections and find solutions to problems that will be apparent when you wake up.

–Think about writing when you exercise. Admittedly, I’m not a heavy-duty exerciser, so maybe this isn’t possible for you people who know what a kettlebell is. But don’t tell me you can’t think about your work while you’re on a treadmill instead of watching CNN headlines blare by. Take a walk—and instead of listening to music, think about your work.

–Always carry a pen/tiny notebook. Like the Boy Scouts say, Be prepared.

–Keep a character scrapbook. I guess this is what Pinterest could be for, but I like the tactile feel of magazines and paper. Rip out pictures that make you think of your characters or their houses. Keep ticket stubs to movies your characters would like, or hate. If you read a poem that makes you see something differently, throw it in there. Don’t get all worked up about arranging these items prettily or buying a bunch of Martha Stewart brand organizing supplies, because that sounds like a to-do list time killer; a folder or large envelope or a stack will be fine. Flip through it from time to time for inspiration before you sit down to write.

–Sit in your car and write. (This is best done in temperate weather…we don’t want any heat stroke victims!) There’s a park I like to drive to because I can park and stare at the river and no one knows where I am. But there’s no reason you couldn’t steal fifteen minutes before walking across the parking lot into the grocery store.

–Create a routine: this pen, this music, this coffee shop, this day, this much time. Whatever it is so that when you pick up THAT pen and hear THAT music, you automatically think, “Time to write.”

–Read. Remind yourself why you’re writing; remind yourself of the transformative power of words. Maybe you don’t have time for The Goldfinch, coming in at 771 pages. Okay—spend fifteen minutes with a poem. You will be nourished.

–Plan an escape. Apply to a writing residency where you will be given the gift of all the time in the world. There are residencies in a variety of locations, and most are looking for a mix of promising writers at various points in their careers, so don’t despair if you haven’t published a book. Many are free or offer reduced fees depending on financial need. Here’s a great place to start your search for a writing residency: http://www.beltwaypoetry.com/ (look for the “resources” link on the far right).

–Create an escape. Make your own writing residency. Can you housesit? Stay in someone’s vacation house? Buddy up with some writing friends to rent a cabin somewhere? Hide in the basement? Do it.

Do I do all of these things? No. But I don’t have to do all of them, only some of them. Same for you. Pick one or two ideas that fit into your life and that make sense for you. Come up with more ideas on your own.

In the end, we can whine all we want about being busy, and we can despair that we’ll never have enough time, because it’s true: we are busy, and there isn’t enough time. Or we can simply push and shove and wedge and find and create that time for ourselves. If I were to write one page a day, at the end of the year, I could have the draft of a novel—that, at 365 pages, many agents would tell me was too long! I know it’s not easy. But, honestly, NOT writing is the thing that isn’t easy.

Leslie Pietrzyk is the author of two novels, Pears on a Willow Tree and A Year and a Day. Her short fiction has appeared in many journals, including Gettysburg Review, The Sun, r.kv.r.y., and Shenandoah. She teaches fiction in the graduate writing program at Johns Hopkins University and is a member of the core faculty at the Converse College low-residency MFA program. Her literary blog is Work in Progress.

Cheryl Russell

Yes, you. The concept behind literary citizenship is a simple one—become involved in the reading/writing community to support the work of others. It’s not that difficult to do, really. It requires time, but what worthy endeavor doesn’t? Does lit citizenship require money? If you have it to spend in a literary way, great, but even if you don’t, you can still be a solid lit citizen and grow the community.

How can you become a productive lit citizen?
1) Write a note of encouragement to an author whose work you admire. Email, snail mail, tweet, leave a comment on their blog—but let that author know you admire their work.
2) Have a blog? Lit journal? Then do an author interview.
3) Talk up books you like—in person, on Amazon, Goodreads, other social media.
4) Read and support journals—if you’re reading this, then good for you! You’ve taken a step as a lit citizen.
5) Buy books—preferably new, preferably hardback, so the publishers notice. But if you’re strapped for cash, then request them at your local library.
6) Support your local library. Volunteer, donate. Ask what you can do.
7) Give books as gifts.
8) Donate books to local charities—in the past, I’ve donated books to children’s hospitals, and Toys for Tots, among others. What about your local elementary library?
9) What about local elementary schools? Know a teacher that could use some books for the classroom?
10) Volunteer to combat illiteracy—turn someone else on to the joys of reading.
11) Support local readings—go and listen to an author.
12) Visit book festivals.
13) Start a little free library in your neighborhood—littlefreelibrary.org.
14) Join a book club or start one of your own.

For even more ideas, visit websites such as Cathy Day’s www.literarycitizenship.com site. She teaches at Ball State University and teaches a class on literary citizenship, and is the main reason I’ve become a lit citizen. Follow #litcitizen and @litcitizen on Twitter.

What ways can you think of to become a literary citizen?

Cheryl Russell received her MFA from Converse in 2013. Her work has appeared in Infuze, Title Trakk, Focus on Fiction, The Storyteller, Ruminate, and Rose and Thorn. She currently teaches at Malone University. She resides in Ohio with her family, but they would all rather live in one of their favorite vacation spots, Alaska. Read more of her blog posts at whythewritingworks.com.

Travis Burnham

The Paris Review is chockablock with interviews. What would happen if you pitted two interviews against each other—iron cage match style?  Take Stephen King vs. Haruki Murakami as an example.

King’s and Murakami’s interviews are reflective of their personality. Murakami tends to write about lonely, alienated men on the outskirts of society, whereas King usually writes about the everyman and everyday existence that is disrupted by supernatural events. King himself seemed to be more of an everyman, and I got the feeling that I’d like to hoist a drink with him—though not a beer, he’s a recovering alcoholic. Murakami comes across as more aloof in his interview. He states: “I’m not intelligent. I’m not arrogant. I’m just like the people who read my books.”  My feeling is that if you’re just like everybody else and you aren’t arrogant, you don’t have to go out of your way to say it. He also said: “I could have been a cult writer if I’d kept writing surrealistic novels. But I wanted to break into the mainstream, so I had to prove that I could write a realistic book. That’s why I wrote that book. It was a best-seller in Japan and I expected that result.” This statement smacks of arrogance. The interviewer does preface the interview by saying that Murakami readily laughed throughout the interview, so it really may be the language barrier.

Murakami seems to reject his culture, whereas King embraces it. Murakami stated: “I didn’t read many Japanese writers when I was a child or even in my teens. I wanted to escape from this culture; I felt it was boring. Too sticky.”  There are many aspects of Japanese culture that are stifling, and challenging, such as long work hours and stratified social roles, whereas King, when asked about his use of brand names (the distillation of a culture) in his writing, said: “…nobody was ever going to convince me that I was wrong to do it. Because every time I did it, what I felt inside was this little bang! like I nailed it dead square—like Michael Jordan on a fade-away jump shot. Sometimes the brand name is the perfect word…”

Though King received some recognition when the National Book Foundation awarded him a Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters, I still feel he’s considered more of a populist, whereas Murakami was nominated for the 2012 Nobel Prize for Literature.

If you read these two interviews back-to-back, it brings to mind the nature of literature. It often seems there’s a division between the high ideal of “LITERATURE” ‘pon its lofty pedestal, the canonical works; and then there’s the bourgeoisie writers toiling in the trenches and shoveling junk food to the masses. It’s very polarizing. Matt Haig, in his blog post, “30 Things to Tell a Book Snob,” summarized at least a portion of my thoughts very well: “There is something innately snobby about the world of books. There is the snobbery of literary over genre, of adult books over children’s, of seriousness over comedy, of reality over fantasy, of Martin Amis over Stephen King. And it is unhealthy. If books ever die, snobbery would be standing over the corpse.”

We’re living in a media drenched time where competition with books is ever increasing. There will always be room for storytellers, but why provide fuel for the book competitors by means of division? I’m not arguing for bad writing, I’m arguing that all good writing is good writing, whether it’s for escapism or loftier ideals or deeper meanings. Even John Gardner, in his On Being a Writer,agrees: “Just as it is easy for the student of literature to believe he, his teacher, and his classmates are better people than those unfamiliar with Ezra Pound, it is easy for him to be persuaded by his coursework that “entertainment” is a low if not despicable value in literature.” I feel that there’s room at the table for both literature and genre, so why be judgmental?

With regards to John Gardner’s fictive dream, King was, at a very young age, already thinking about it on a gut level. When he went through a phase of reading Thomas Hardy, it ended when he read Jude the Obscure: “…so I read a whole bunch of Hardy. But when I read Jude the Obscure, that was the end of my Hardy phase. I thought, This is fucking ridiculous. Nobody’s life is this bad. Give me a break, you know?” Hardy, in the case of this one reader, didn’t maintain a believable world—was so cruel to his characters that King couldn’t suspend disbelief. Murakami, who is much more surrealistic in his writing, addresses this differently in that the characters are often pointing out how weird the things are that are happening around them. Something of the opposite of how surrealistic writing deals with this issue. In The Metamorphosis for example, Gregor Samsa never questions the veracity of the things happening to him; they simply are.

Both of these interviews were great, though I probably enjoyed King’s interview more because of King’s easy going manner and humor, but this isn’t 100% fair, as both interviews were conducted in English, and Murakami had to grapple with a second language. Read the interviews and see if they spark an internal debate for you.

As with most writers, Travis Burnham has had heaps of jobs, such as: nuclear power plant custodian, project manager, laborer, dishwasher, carpenter, painter, convenience store cashier, office rat, photocopy jockey, etc. He has a BS in Biology from the University of Maine, Orono, and an MFA in Creative Writing from Converse College in Spartanburg, SC. He likes to travel, and has lived in Japan, Colombia and the CNMI, and traveled to many other countries. He lives and teaches in the Upstate of South Carolina with his wife, Chika.

Susanna Lang

This winter, the cold and snow began to feel like an assault, as if an ice queen from the old stories had turned her malevolent gaze on the eastern half of the country. Week after week, the temperatures hovered a little below or a little above zero, more snow had to be shoveled, and the wind found every crack in the walls. Our delivery of heating oil was delayed. The schools closed for more days than ever in my 30 years of teaching, but we were locked in by the cold so it didn’t feel like a release.

Then I fell on snow packed slick and shiny as porcelain, and the malice became intensely personal. I broke my right arm above the elbow, requiring surgery. I am strongly right-dominant, and of the generation that only feels comfortable with illegible scribbles for first drafts. I would never leave the house without a notebook and a pen.

On the other hand, while my poetry is not confessional—I don’t find myself endlessly fascinating, so why should anyone else?—I do use writing to work through what troubles and intrigues me. As I have grown older and watched my parents and friends struggle to stay upright, my poems have meditated on loss. When it snowed outside, it snowed in my notebook. I couldn’t imagine getting through this new and excruciating pain without words, but I couldn’t form the words I needed.

Of course, nights were the worst. The pain came in waves, sleep was impossible, and my devoted husband had collapsed in exhaustion after a day of juggling his own work, both our chores, and my needs for a glass of water, more pills, a bath, another ice pack. During the first nights, I counted the hours on my smartphone. I followed developments in Ukraine. I found I could lose myself in the poems that the Academy of American Poets and the Poetry Foundation sent to my inbox (bless them!). Then I discovered that the memo app worked fine for first drafts. I wrote this post in the same way. Typing left-handed was slow, but there’s something to be said for moving slowly. Fewer falls that way.

My students use their phones for every phase of the writing process. They research their papers, they write drafts, they text each other suggestions for revision, and ask me to read their tiny screens. I have always refused. I pleaded ignorance of technology. I pleaded my old eyes. But in the watches of the night, my phone offered a way to travel safely through the pain and the dark. When writing friends suggested that I make my medical leave into a writing sabbatical, I thought they were insensitive. It turned out they were merely sensible. I was the one with a fragment of ice in my eye that kept me from seeing the obvious.

I wrote in my notebook on February 9, the morning of my fall—in fact, at 3:00 am, and I must have turned on the light, despite my sleeping husband. I opened my notebook again on March 16, and found I could write with a pen, but even a page tugged on my elbow, created a strain, the first pangs of what would become intolerable before I’d finished a second page. As we enter April, I am still in physical therapy, though I can write comments on my students’ papers (submitted the old-fashioned way on paper), and I can write on my classroom white board, even the date at the top. Still, my notebook remains on my desk, not in my purse—extra weight—and my newest poem began as a middle-of-the-night draft on the memo app of my phone. I don’t know whether I will continue to write on a tiny screen with a tiny keyboard once (if?) I regain the full use of my right arm. But although I miss the texture and expansiveness of paper, now I think of my notebook as a luxury, not a necessity. Words are the necessity, while the technology—pen or pixel—is only their tool.

Susanna Lang’s newest collection of poems, Tracing the Lines, was published in 2013 by the Brick Road Poetry Press. Her first collection, Even Now, was published by The Backwaters Press (2008), followed by a chapbook, Two by Two (Finishing Line Press, 2011). Her poems have appeared in journals including Little Star, The Green Mountains Review, The Baltimore Review, Kalliope, and Jubilat; “Migration” is forthcoming in South85 Journal. She lives and teaches in the Chicago Public Schools.

David Colodney

Sure, I was up late that night, when I turned on the TV and Jimmy Fallon was writing his thank you notes, the piano-tinkling accompanying music going through my head.

OK, I’d had some wine, too, so I was certainly thinking my clearest after reading some of Kenneth Koch’s Selected Poems before I flipped on the TV. Koch’s poem, “To Jewishness,” was still on my mind as I started thinking about how we all have these outside identities that help define us. Or, maybe, that help others define us.

If you don’t know the poem, this is the poem where he realizes the identity of being a Jew was different from the actual practice of the religion, and he confronts his Jewishness throughout the poem, addressing it as “you” throughout.

Koch, not only one of America’s greatest 20^th century poets but a professor and author of wonderful craft books on the writing of poetry, was on to something. If he had his Jewishness as his alter ego, I had one too: I had writing. I have often wrestled with the writing thing. I’ve struggled with it. I’ve fought epic one-on-one cage matches with it in my head. And, like Koch ultimately realized with his Jewish identity, I need writing.

And so, to you, writing, I would like to write you a Fallon-esque thank you note. But we need to clear the air on a few things first, ok, writing?

I realize now I had you even when I was a little kid, when my dad brought home both The Miami Herald and The Miami News, and I’d cut out all the sports stories and paste them together to form my own newspaper.

I had you as I became an editor on two college newspapers, but fought the urge to pursue you for a living because it was kind of a crapshoot and I needed to have a regular 9-5 like my dad. So I held a bunch of jobs I hated, yet I still came home to you and caught up with you first via typewriter, and now via my little 10” laptop I carry around, but also in the notebooks that take up a shelf in my closet.

I had you through my first marriage, and the raising of my sons. I cursed you as I covered high school football games on rainy September Florida nights. When my first son was born, it was in a hospital down the street from the Fort Lauderdale bureau of The Miami Herald where I worked; since my wife was being induced I knew I’d have time to finish and file the two stories I was working on for the Prep Preview edition, although if I had more time, the second story would have been better. And when my second son was born, my Herald editor was right with me. I mean, literally, right with me. His son was also born October 17, 2000.

When I went through my divorce, you were there for me in a rented apartment equipped with strange furniture and pictures on the wall of people I didn’t know. When my younger son was so seriously ill, it was you I lashed out at and cried with and, when he was better, the one I celebrated with first.

When all the numbness wore off and I fell in love again, you were happiest for me, even though we took a little break from each other for a while. But you knew I’d be back, and you were right. I mean, you were the one who helped me sort out my feelings for this new woman in my life.

For sure, there were times I hated you, and times I resented you for distracting me from things other guys my age cared about, their golf clubs, washing their BMWs, watching the stock market. I know a guy who has had the same job for 12 years and always seemed perfectly content. As much as I may have wished, Mister Normal Suburban Guy could never be me because I had you gnawing at me constantly. Damn you, writing, it was you who made me go back to grad school in my mid-40s! It was my way of trying to understand you, I think.

Sure, I get angry when you wake me in the middle of the night with your words, your damn words, and ideas, oh, man, don’t get me started on the ideas, too. Good thing I keep my iPhone next to my side of the bed, so I can type in your better thoughts before I forget them.

And so, to you, writing, I thank you. You know I need you. Hell, you’re like a tattoo: branded on me forever. I guess I’m grateful you found me.

Now if I could just get you to stop with that waking me up stuff…

After realizing from an early age that he had no athletic ability whatsoever, David Colodney turned his attention to writing about sports instead, and has written for The Miami Herald and The Tampa Tribune. He currently studies poetry in the MFA program at Converse College, and serves as Assistant Poetry Editor of the 85South literary magazine. His poetry has appeared in Shot Glass Journal and Egg. David lives in Boynton Beach, Florida.

Kathy Garvin

Dear Writing World,

I’m so happy to report that I’m in a new relationship!  Like all new relationships, it’s exciting, passionate, and like nothing I’ve ever experienced.  We met at Converse College in the Low Residency MFA Creative Writing Program.  She’s creative, funny, and honest.  She’s also intelligent, supportive, analytical and trustworthy.  Unlike some other relationships I’ve been in, we’ve mutually agreed on some high standards to which we hold ourselves accountable and she’s not afraid to tell me directly if I’ve fallen short of meeting any one of them.  Who is this alluring crackerjack?  She’s my writing partner!  We’ve been seeing each other now on a regular basis since our first semester.

In his memoir On Writing, Stephen King suggests that if you’re a beginner, you should “take your story through at least two drafts; the one you do with the study door closed and the one you do with it open.”  In other words, write one draft on your own, then open the door and let your first reader in.  I will not question the process of one of the world’s most prolific writers, but I will say this:  For a beginning writer, numbering distinct drafts is a subjective science.  And it is difficult for the beginning writer to decide who to invite first through the door once it is opened.

Should it be my mother who, in equal doses, either hates or loves anything I’ve ever done in my whole life?  Should it be my husband whose future ability to pay our mortgage, send our kids to college, and feed ourselves in our old age seem to hinge on my ability to write and teach for a living?  Should it be that soulful looking artsy guy at the coffee shop downtown?  The one who has a hole in his earlobe big enough for me to watch the sunset through it?  At least two out of three of these people are intelligent, supportive, trustworthy, and love me unconditionally (bonus!), but they are not my ideal first readers.

My writing partner, on the other hand, is perfect.  She’s well-read, sensitive, and experienced in critical analysis.  Not only that, but she’s an artist, so naturally she understands some things that simply cannot be articulated.  Perhaps most importantly, our chief shared interests are our deep love for reading and writing and our investment in each other’s success.  I look forward to seeing my name in the acknowledgments section of her first novel, and I know she looks forward to the same from me.

Sometimes I send her half-baked utterances about a creepy, recluse named Rita who accidentally turns into fun-loving Cheryl before the last few paragraphs of the piece.  But what is at the barely beating heart of the work is Rita/Cheryl’s affection for John, the married, cat-loving, Veteran suffering post-traumatic stress and living next door to her.  And because my writing partner is accustomed to critically analyzing literary (and not-so-literary) work, she identifies that.  Regardless of the condition of the work I send her, one thing is guaranteed.  Her feedback revitalizes the work, helping me develop it significantly more than I would have been able to do on my own.

So beginning writers, I urge you, if you haven’t done so already, start a relationship!  Get a writing partner.  Open yourself up and commit.  Let them see your messy, vulnerable side, the one that leaves dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and is secretly afraid of dolls.  The one who is so desperate to get her story onto the page that she’ll try, say or write anything.

Below I’ve listed the four fundamental elements of our writing partnership and what seems to make it work so well.  I hope it will help you in finding the same.

Investment – Like any true partnership, you must be invested in each other’s success.  Select another writer and open the door for them to review a not-so-final piece of work of yours.  It will grow exponentially, beyond anything you were able to originally foresee.  As a result, you will write better than you ever imagined, because you are not relying solely on your own imagination.  Know that your partner will benefit from you in the same way.  You will both bring significant sacrifices, contributions, and feelings to the work; therefore you will naturally and gratefully share in each other’s success.

Honesty – When you trust that you have each other’s best interests in mind, in this case producing the best writing each of you can, each partner is free to be honest without worrying about hurting the other one’s feelings.  Giving and receiving direct, honest criticism improves the work of both partners by giving you new insight and challenging you to higher standards of craft.  Also, being criticized in a safe, trusting relationship such as a writing partnership will prepare you for the criticism that will certainly come in workshops and in the published world.

Respect – Respect is paramount in every sustainable relationship, especially a writing partnership.  Because you are both writers, there is an unspoken understanding that what you are reviewing is another’s art.  It is a treasured, precious gift, and it should be handled accordingly.  I am not suggesting you should tread lightly with one another (see Honesty above), but you should tread respectfully.  Ultimately, every decision is the author’s decision.  Also, you may want to articulate any limitations you may have time wise and agree to respect them unconditionally.  In other words, understand when the manuscript you emailed at 10pm on Friday night will not be read until Sunday, whatever the reason. 

Commitment – Plan to meet routinely and hold each other accountable.  For example, my writing partner and I try to meet one week before one of our packet deadlines.  We set the date and we keep it.  We’ve met online, over the phone, and best of all, in person to read, review, and discuss each other’s work. 

I hope that each and every one of you find your perfect writing partner and that you will spend years together developing your work and celebrating your inevitable successes.  I cannot wait to hear about them all.

Truly yours,

Kathy

Kathy Garvin studies fiction in her second semester of Converse College’s MFA Program.  Currently, she teaches adult reading and writing to ESOL students through the Greenville Literacy Association and is a grant writer for the Yvette W. Ferris Foundation.  She lives in Greenville, SC, with her husband Jonathan and their three children, three cats, and three chickens.

Connie A. Thompson

As writers, we spend a great deal of time alone working in our writing spaces crafting stories, essays, or poems. Utilizing social media is a wonderful way to engage with others. You can learn about the craft and wonderful books which have influenced others. You can help others promote their books and other creative endeavors. Agents and publishers prefer to sign authors who have a social media following, so these activities won’t be a waste of your time.

For example, last week, Therese Walsh’s first novel, The Moon Sisters, was released. I was amazed at how many shared the news of her novel’s release. I read the linked review, and immediately added it to my goodreads list of books to read. Personally, I am drawn to fiction which explores the family dynamic, so I was glad to both learn of a new book that interested me and help a fellow writer promote her work.  When my first novel comes out, I hope many people will do the same for me.

When you invest some energy in social media, you never know who is paying attention. Jessica Gross was one of the first to tweet wishing for Amtrak to offer writer’s residencies. Within days of that tweet, she found herself aboard an Amtrak train, writing as the train passed through snow covered hills. Amtrak is now launching their #AmtrakResidency program, offering writers a free space to write away from their normal lives and routines.  All because of a tweet!

So, how do you get started on social media if you don’t already have a presence?  I suggest starting with Facebook and Twitter, two of the most popular social media sites.

Facebook is used for posts, links, videos and photos. Users typically interact with family and friends adding them to their friend networks. You have the ability to like, comment, or share the posts of others.

Twitter is text driven. You can share a link to a video or add a picture if you like, but this affects your character count, which is limited to 140. Spaces and punctuation count as characters.  Twitter is driven by hashtags and retweets.

A hashtag is the # sign. It is predominantly found on Twitter, but Facebook users are adopting it. A hashtag is a short description of the point of interest of your post. Popular hashtags for writers are: #amwriting, #amediting, #writingtip, #writerwednesday, #fridayreads, #bookgiveaway, and #nanowrimo. And specifically for poets, April is national #poetrymonth.

You also have the option to retweet. Below each tweet in gray you will see three icons. The first allows you to respond to the tweet. The second allows you to retweet sending the tweet out to all your followers. The final, the star allows you to favorite a tweet that you find interesting.

90% of your efforts on social media should promote others. You should promote the posts you find interesting and/or enriching. You want your followers to value your opinion. In turn, when you have something personal to promote, your followers will help you by getting the word out.

Be warned!  Even though social media can be useful, it has the propensity to engulf you. To preserve the sanctity of your time, you might look to a program such as HootSuite to help you manage your posts. You should never let social media interfere with your writing time. Set a timer. Limit yourself.

That being said, social media is a great way to interact with others. Connect with writers you admire and find interesting. Connect with your peers and see what inspires them. Help them promote their work, and you will find most reciprocate. And you never know what opportunities you may discover.

Connie A. Thompson is the Social Media Director for South85 Journal.  She is currently enrolled in the MFA program with Converse College.  Her primary literary interests explore the lives of Southern females as portrayed by Southern authors. She and her husband, Chuck, reside in Upstate South Carolina. She is a mother of three and grandmother of three.