Friday, August 5, 2011

Conflict and Self-Conflict in Tillie Olsen's "I Stand Here Ironing"

In her short story "I Stand Here Ironing," Tillie Olsen explores a woman's conflict with her oldest child, Emily, and with herself as a mother. As narrator, the unnamed mother offers an unwilling recollection of events that contribute to Emily's developmental difficulties throughout her childhood and adolescence. The mother's interpretation of those events is hindered by her belief that the past controls the present. Even on those rare occasions when she seems to be on the verge of insight, she mentally retreats to another memory, unconsciously avoiding any sense of responsibility for Emily's problems.

Emily's greatest problem is her abject fear of abandonment, understandable in light of her many separations from her mother. She lives with her paternal grandparents on at least one occasion and endures a lengthy stay at a rigidly administered convalescent home. Her fear seems vindicated by other losses in her life. Her father leaves before she is old enough to know him. At the convalescent home, she makes a friend only to have her sent somewhere else. When she develops a childhood crush and tempts the boy with his favourite candy, he likes another girl better. Life teaches Emily that to love is to lose.

Her passion for her keepsakes is indicative of her need to have something constant in her life. People are too far beyond her reach. Pebbles and postcards, beads and bottle tops: they could never abandon her. Each item is equally precious to her. They are her world, and she is mistress of all she surveys. Her younger sister, Susan, through her careless handling of Emily's possessions, is a threat to the kingdom.

Moreover, Susan is Emily's rival for their mother's attention and seemingly better equipped to win. Physically and emotionally, the two sisters are polar opposites. Susan is the golden child, cuter and quicker than Emily, and the early recipient of all the benefits of her mother's hard-earned wisdom.

Emily is the experimental model, never intended to fly.

Against all expectations, she finds her wings, buried under a lifetime of uncertainty. Emily begins to realize her latent potential when she wins her high school's amateur show with her comedy routine. That is her greatest success and her mother's greatest failure. Emily needs support and encouragement to develop her talent and find something special within herself, yet her mother pleads ignorance of the workings of the entertainment industry and is unwilling to learn. The responsibility for making something of her talent is placed on Emily's shoulders. Trapped in solitude for most of her young life, she is expected to find her way in a strange land. Without any guidance, she becomes lost.

In truth, some of the formative events of Emily's life are beyond the mother's control. Abandoned by Emily's father at age 19, she struggles to make a living and has little time to be a mother. Emily is a child of the Great Depression; her mother, like so many people, cannot afford the luxury of placing individual feelings before the more mundane matters of day-to-day survival. When economic conditions improve, Emily's mother has other children who need her care. The second child, Susan, arrives at a time when Emily is ill and unable to be near either the newborn or their mother.

The mother's methods of dealing with the events in her own life contribute to Emily's problems over the years. Emily is sent to live with her father's family for at least a year, sometime between eight months and two years of age, during which time her tenuous bond with her mother is easily severed; mother and daughter become strangers to each other. When Emily returns, her mother perceives her as being very much like her errant father in appearance, "all the baby loveliness gone." Perhaps that changed perception--that ever-present, living reminder of the man who left her to fend for herself and their baby--influences the mother's attitude toward and treatment of Emily in the ensuing years.

The mother resists any open acknowledgement of the effect she has on Emily's emotional development. Even as she reviews all the relevant events of Emily's life, she fails to see the pattern forming in her mind. Emily is her child, dependent upon her for support and guidance, which she is incapable of providing as a young, single mother. She makes her parenting mistakes with Emily and applies the lessons learned to her younger children. Tragically, she fails to correct the effects of her errors on Emily.

Even when she seems to acknowledge the damage that her choices inflict on Emily, the mother claims ignorance of alternative courses of action. That sad trait is most pronounced in her failure to try to find a way to promote Emily's comic talent. "So all that is in her will not bloom--but in how many does it? There is still enough left to live by." With those words, the mother consigns Emily to a wholly ordinary life, devoid of dreams and purpose, barely enough to enable Emily, or anyone else, to get by.

The mother allows her early failures and shortcomings to dictate the means by which she deals with Emily in later years. In a vicious cycle of neglect, however unintentional, the mother allows Emily to pull away from her, little by little. Gradually, she convinces herself that Emily neither wants nor needs any special care. Furthermore, she erroneously believes that there is no redemption for her past mistakes and no hope of reversing patterns of behaviour, either in herself or in Emily. In the mother's view, the past is beyond the influence of the present and the present is forever controlled by the past.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Freelance Jobs for Writers & Editors (Aug 4, 2011)

I keep a close eye on freelance writing and editing opportunities. For one reason or another, some just aren't for me. But they might be just right for you.

Please be aware, I have not vetted any of these opportunities, have no association with any of the prospective employers, and make no claims as to their legitimacy.

Use due diligence when pursuing any freelance opportunity.

Academic technology journal seeks writers

Experienced Web Content Writer

Expert diet planning writer

Freelance AP Psychology Book Reviewer (Telecommute)

Freelance Content Writer – Catholic Online Store (Raleigh/Telecommute)

Freelance Creative Copywriter (Phoenix)

Freelance poker writer

Freelance Proofreader (Boston/Some Telecommute)

Freelance writers for home magazines

Freelance writers for Vancouver magazine

Online Content Article Writer

Parenting Writer (Telecommute)

Links may be deactivated at any time, so don't delay if you're interested. Good luck!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Get Thee to a Writers' Group

Ever since my university days in creative writing, I've enjoyed interacting with other writers. Critiquing each other's work. Sharing our successes and frustrations. Discussing writing in ways that make most people's eyes glaze over. Ah, the good old days!

I recently connected with a local writer who wanted to start a new writers' group. After years of strictly online interactions, I was instantly excited by getting back to face-to-face meetings with other writers. Being part of a group might be just what I need to kick-start my creative writing process.

While it's never been easy to submit my work to the critiques of others, I've learned to value their opinions and understand that -- with a few notable exceptions -- they've been given in the spirit of improving and strengthening my work. And they’ve made me meet deadlines for completing my stories.

Some critiques focus on things like spelling, grammar and various formatting issues. Others address more "big picture" things like plot and character development. Depending on the genre and the length of the work, you can also expect feedback on symbolism, believability, theme, subplots, timelines, transitions, passive writing and a whole host of story elements. (Whether you're giving or receiving feedback, remember that a proper critique addresses the work, not the author.)

If you’re not part a writers’ group in your area, consider starting one. Post a notice with your local writers’ association or library or on a site like Kijiji (where I made my connection). Share the hosting chores with other members. Be honest and fair with your feedback.

And be prepared to write like you've never written before.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The August Gale (excerpt)

The August GaleJack O’Leary stood to the fore of his Da’s ketch, watching the shore as the boat drew closer. He saw the children on the beach, running back and forth. They looked like a bunch of scurrying crabs at this distance. A little closer and they regained their humanity. From time to time, one of them would stop and pick something up off the beach—probably a colorful stone or shell. If it was glass, he hoped the sea had long ago smoothed its sharp edges. Some of the children waved to the incoming boats, but none were distracted from their games for long.

“What’re ye at now, Jack?” Michael O’Leary stood back and smiled at his own wit. “Work’s not done till the last fish is unloaded.”

“I know that as well as any man,” Jack snarled, then added with a wink, “Save your phony brogue for the girls. They’re the only ones believe in it.”

“Ah, but the lilt ‘tis as pleasing to their hearts as ‘tis to their ears.”

“Toss them on the ocean for a few days, then see how their stomachs fare.”

“Enough out of both of you.” Da, looking more wind-burnt and stoop-shouldered than when they set out, hauled himself along the starboard rail. Jack and Michael cast sideways glances at each other and fought to suppress their smiles. “A sorry day indeed when I let you two hooligans on my boat. Get going now.” He stomped his foot. “Go on. Work. And don’t be stopping till an hour after I says quit.”

“Yes Da,” they said as one, ducking and running aft to avoid being clipped by their father’s heavy hands. Once out of his reach, and making sure his back was still turned, they both started to laugh.

“The old coot.”Jack snorted. “He gets more contrary each day.”

“Mind your tongue,” Michael said. “He’s still our Da. Don’t matter how crippled or DEAF he gets.” He’d fairly bellowed the word “deaf”, but their father didn’t flinch. This set them to laughing all the harder.

Jack stopped abruptly and, catching Michael’s eye, pointed aft. Their brother, Patrick, stood watching the receding horizon. If he heard them, he’d surely repeat every word to Ma, who’d then feel obliged to tell Da.

Michael puckered his lips and squinted. “Don’t be worrying about him. He can’t hear nothing over his daydreams.”

“Do you think that’s all it is? Sometimes I think he’s, you know, a little daft?”

“So he don’t talk to no one but Ma. Got plenty enough to say to her. Just don’t have no voice left for the rest of us. Hup! The old man’s turning.”

Jack scurried below decks, flashing Michael a wink and a smile. “Last one done drives the buggy tonight.”

“Best be telling Annie to wear her long red woollies, then.”


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“The August Gale” is historical fiction, loosely based on my Irish ancestors’ lives in rural Nova Scotia during the very real and very damaging storm that struck the region in August 1873. Genealogical research on my O’Leary ancestors led to a connection with the Great Gale of 1873. Connection led to fascination and ultimately to inspiration, teaching me, once and for all, that genealogy without history is little more than dry facts. Understanding the historical context of my ancestors’ lives helps me tap into the emotional context of their lives.

Monday, August 1, 2011

A Start Without a Story

Every once in a while, I browse through my collection of "unfinished" stories. Some might even be defined as unstarted -- or at least barely started.

I wrote one such piece -- "Whichever Path You Choose" -- as part of Writer2Writer.com's Photo Contest #2 (2003). The idea was to write an opening paragraph based on the photo shown below. My entry won first prize, but I could never manage to build on the opening.

In hopes of kick starting the creative process, I've decided to post the opening here:

I peered inside both tunnels, straining to detect any sign of movement within a dozen shades of grey. Jane's breath felt humid against the side of my neck. Her nails dug deep into my upper arm. All I noticed was the pressure. Pain would have to wait until the general numbness passed--maybe in a day or two. I grabbed her clutched hand and whispered, "Do you think he's really dead this time?"

She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my shoulder blade. "We can only hope."

Thursday, July 28, 2011

National Blog Posting Month (August 2011)

I just signed up for next month's National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) -- now I have to come up with 31 daily blog posts!

The August 2011 theme is "fiction." Should be a slam dunk, right? I write fiction. I edit fiction. I publish fiction. And they're looking for quantity, not quality. I like to think I can provide both, but I know there will be days when I'll be lucky to post a link to one of my other blogs or to someone else's content.

In an effort to avoid those dreg days, I'm asking all of you to send me your ideas for fiction-related content. What do you want me to write about? Are you interested in reading excerpts from some of my stories or publications? Post a comment or sent me a message.

Are you new to blogging or looking to kickstart an existing blog? Give NaBloPoMo a try. Even if you don't manage to post every day, you'll stretch yourself and grow your content. And you'll promote your blog to potential new readers along the way.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Winners of CAA Literary Awards Revealed

Yesterday, the Canadian Authors Association announced the winners of their annual literary awards, including Nova Scotia resident Julia McCarthy.

I've singled out Julia because I'm reviewing her book and interviewing her for this blog. I arranged both when she was named as a finalist, and I'm thrilled that she's come up a winner. Stay tuned for both review and interview in the near future.

I also want to send congratulations to all the winners. You're doing Canadian writers proud!


MEDIA RELEASE from the Canadian Authors Association:

July 24, 2011 - Last night the Canadian Authors Association (CAA) continued its long-held tradition of writers honouring writers and announced the winners of its 2011 Literary Awards competition at the Leacock Summer Festival in Orillia, Ontario.

Shelagh D. Grant was awarded the Lela Common Award for Canadian History for Polar Imperative: A History of Arctic Sovereignty in North America (Douglas & McIntyre). An adjunct professor and research associate at Trent University in Peterborough, Ontario, Grant received a silver medal and $2000 cash prize. The shortlist for this award included Ross King (Defiant Spirits: The Modernist Revolution of the Group of Seven) and co-authors Stuart Houston and Bill Waiser (Tommy's Team: The People Behind the Douglas Years).

Tom Rachman was named the recipient of the CAA Award for Fiction for his debut novel The Imperfectionists (Dial Press). A resident of London, England, Rachman will also receive a silver medal and $2000 prize. This year's fiction shortlist included television and film writer, producer and actor Ken Finkleman (Noah's Turn) and multiple award-winning sci-fi author Robert J. Sawyer (Watch).

Julia McCarthy won the CAA Poetry Award for Return from Erebus (Brick Books). A resident of Upper Kennetcook, Nova Scotia, McCarthy receives a silver medal and $1000 prize. The 2011 poetry shortlist also included acclaimed poet, teacher and horse rancher Garry Gottfriedson (Skin Like Mine) and multiple award-winning poet and novelist Don Coles.

Titilope Sonuga was named the 2011 Emerging Writer for her collection of poems called Down to Earth. Sonuga is a Nigerian-born spoken word poet based in Edmonton who plays an active role in the local and regional poetry community. Currently completing an artist residence in Cape Town, South Africa, she receives a $500 cash prize.

The awards finalists were announced by CAA National President Matthew Bin at the association's annual literary awards dinner, held this year in Swanmore Terrace at the Leacock Museum National Historic Site. "It is a privilege to present the awards at the Leacock Summer Festival," said Bin. "What better way is there to celebrate our 90th anniversary than at a literary festival named in honour one of the association's founders."

During the evening, keynote speaker and renowned playwright and novelist Tomson Highway regaled the audience with a lively and anecdote-filled address on the beauty, rhythm and magic of the Cree language and on his lifelong dedication to using the language as a means of conserving the wisdom and lessons of the past to be shared with generations to come.

Introduced in 1975, the CAA Literary Awards honour Canadian writers who achieve excellence without sacrificing popular appeal - a  tradition originally begun in 1937 with the creation of the Governor General's medals for literature (now overseen by the Canada Council of the Arts). The competition is open to all writers who are Canadian citizens or permanent residents of Canada. This event marks the first time the awards have been held during the Leacock Summer Festival.

Founded by Stephen Leacock and several other prominent Canadian writers in 1921, the Canadian Authors Association has continued to maintain a focus on "writers helping writers" since its inception.