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An Interview with Personal Essayist Sandra Hurtes — 3 Comments

  1. Writing, revising, submitting, handling rejection and acceptance–best done in separate steps, though of course they all blur from time to time–Sandra is inspired to write by the idea of publishing in a particular column, editors help inspire tighter writing. It’s okay that we send our work out too soon sometimes–it helps us enter the process and also to see what too soon is. Better than waiting forever and not sending at all!

    Christi, let us know your blog’s address!

  2. “Lovingly tinker around with” my work means I’ve taken myself off the hot seat of “I must publish a book.” I’ve returned to the wonder of the writing process and the excitement of seeing a story emerge.

    This is me, too, Sandra. The “Book” is not the holy grail and all paths must not necessarily lead there! I feel the fun again with writing my blog…plus every one of them gets published.

  3. As you know, I’ve been a couple of years “plundering” personal essays from my memoir for your classes, polishing and pruning, dressing up and tearing down, honing until they are a specific flavor well satisfying. I love that they might be called “?short memoirs” or somethng of the sort.

    I grew up with the Philadelphia Inquirer and must say it never occurred to me to submit a personal essay to a newspaper, and think being published there is unique. Reading Sandra’s repeated walk to victory potential with every essay is encouraging. Coming very late to writing, and only recently submitting material for potential publishing, the idea of holding an essay for a year’s work on it is daunting, for, examining my own workk and how I write it, doesn’t lend itself to that. While I no longer just hurl it out there for my classes, in the now several classrooms I attend online, still, most material comes as a piece, needing cleanup and polishing, and readying. I offered an essay to America in World War II, a magazine about the obvious, just last night, proposing to the editor an essay out of my memoir about my mother when she made munitions for that war effort, a subect hardly explored. It was required to place it inside an email form on line, and when finished, I hit the send icon, with a cc to myself. It blasted right off the screen, I got no cc to myself and I have no idea if it even got sent, so must reconstruct it and begin again, and run the risk of looking silly and inept. Again.

    I enjoyed this week’s representation o f the essay writer’s true callng, and though I have gotten recent “send it now because it’s ready” encouragement for my memoir, I don’t know how to do that, and here the thing still sits. Essays are much more satisfying, by comparison.

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