There are certain links that anyone interested in my writing might consider worth checking out. Over the past few months I've been doing a lot of writing and a lot of marketing. This has led to my first full-length novel (as opposed to my attempted novels that got abandoned after the first few chapters) which I am currently editing. It has also led to my first acceptance letter from a publication that is not local or student-run. Lastly, it has led to a much greater online presence for me. The following blog entry is a list of the links that I consider to be most pertinent to my writing career at the moment!
I have a new website. It's the best resource out there for all things Rachel Knight. I have a sign-up form for an occasional newsletter that will be sent out whenever I get published or have an otherwise important announcement, a Peanuts allusion mimicking Lucy's 5-cent psychiatric help booth (it really does only cost a nickel through Paypal,) selections from my new novel, information on my non-profit organization, and more good stuff like that.
I also have a LinkedIn profile. Feel free to add me as a contact.
For my fellow NaNoWriMo participants, here is my profile. I post in the message boards frequently, even during the off season!
As always, there is my Facebook fan page.
I am participating in WriYe, a NaNoWriMo spin-off in which each participant sets a word count goal for the year. Here's my WriYe profile.
Lastly, the wonderful PDF e-zine and paperback periodical Breadcrumb Scabs will be publishing "Mary Anne" this year. To keep up-to-date on the release of the online issue and printing of the paperback (which should be up for sale in July) subscribe to the newsletter on my site! Here's the link again. I sometimes award awesome prizes to new sign-ups.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, May 29, 2009
I'm listening to the Paste Culture Club podcast and looking hopelessly at my very-disheveled room. My mother will have her first heart attack if I don't finish cleaning this mess of a bedroom by morning, but for now I feel a desire to blog.
Blog what, though? I might as well start with a poem.
I am not a literary exhibitionist.
the blood and soap that rinses off of my arms
do not collect into words and stanzas on the shower floor
My poetry is November.
it lands cold on my skin
but does not threaten danger like January ice.
I want to make poems so close to myself
that they glow from inside my skin like bright blue veins
I want to shake readers like my body under the force of sobs
I want to turn every literary journal that will have me into a girlie magazine
with a centerfold of my naked body
I want to make my emotions so loud you can read them!
I can't do poetic confessionals.
I write of stages and old men and things I feel no relation to
But I want so badly to write what I feel (and not what I know that I am good at writing)
that I bled through as much as ninety lesions every time I bathed for three years
and wrote words on my stomach and thighs with straight razors
in that way, maybe, I wrote lines that weren't so separate from myself
as every piece of writing I've ever done that I think is decent
but with scar cream being the price that it is
I've made too much of an investment to take my words off of paper
but for once I want to smile and shake and cry and scream and laugh
not just for theatrics during these public readings
but because I can't help it, I feel the art too deeply
I would give half my talent in verse to make my words
show the love that I feel!
I started working at Dunkin Donuts last week. My new job is very different than any that I have had before. Before making lattes and asking people what Munchkins they wanted, I had been editor-in-chief of my school newspaper, and the year before that, a staff writer for the same paper. That's it for paid jobs.
Now, instead of doing intellectual work without registers, or rushing, or customer service, I'm doing a job that I wasn't made for. I love it. It's difficult, but it's a rush. I'm using a different sort of skill set than I've ever even pondered before.
Thank you to @vinylart for getting me a few new readers. No one's commented yet (but I know that you're there! Google Reader doesn't lie) so please comment so I can give you a proper thank you.
Blog what, though? I might as well start with a poem.
I am not a literary exhibitionist.
the blood and soap that rinses off of my arms
do not collect into words and stanzas on the shower floor
My poetry is November.
it lands cold on my skin
but does not threaten danger like January ice.
I want to make poems so close to myself
that they glow from inside my skin like bright blue veins
I want to shake readers like my body under the force of sobs
I want to turn every literary journal that will have me into a girlie magazine
with a centerfold of my naked body
I want to make my emotions so loud you can read them!
I can't do poetic confessionals.
I write of stages and old men and things I feel no relation to
But I want so badly to write what I feel (and not what I know that I am good at writing)
that I bled through as much as ninety lesions every time I bathed for three years
and wrote words on my stomach and thighs with straight razors
in that way, maybe, I wrote lines that weren't so separate from myself
as every piece of writing I've ever done that I think is decent
but with scar cream being the price that it is
I've made too much of an investment to take my words off of paper
but for once I want to smile and shake and cry and scream and laugh
not just for theatrics during these public readings
but because I can't help it, I feel the art too deeply
I would give half my talent in verse to make my words
show the love that I feel!
I started working at Dunkin Donuts last week. My new job is very different than any that I have had before. Before making lattes and asking people what Munchkins they wanted, I had been editor-in-chief of my school newspaper, and the year before that, a staff writer for the same paper. That's it for paid jobs.
Now, instead of doing intellectual work without registers, or rushing, or customer service, I'm doing a job that I wasn't made for. I love it. It's difficult, but it's a rush. I'm using a different sort of skill set than I've ever even pondered before.
Thank you to @vinylart for getting me a few new readers. No one's commented yet (but I know that you're there! Google Reader doesn't lie) so please comment so I can give you a proper thank you.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Tangible Evidence of My Force
don't blog me; I'm worth more ink than that
taken like a pill with a thumbfull of rum
you archive me you forget me
document me
put in your portfolio streams and streams of me
forget me-- but don't half-remember me
don't December me
July 2007 me
but bind and print me
make printers whir with the force of me
such a thing would fit me
you cannot kill my truth
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