Happy New Year!

I know I’ve been absent for far too long on WordPress, but I’m back. The only “resolution” I am kicking my ass to keep this year is simply this: WRITE. Write whenever, wherever, no matter what. Oh yes, and send work out. That would sort of facilitate the whole getting the word out there (literally).

To encourage this positive resolution, I’ve started doing some serious literary magazine research. I’ve requested two print copies so far and read quite a bit online. Just the act of reading poetry and subsequently writing EVERYDAY again has reinspired me to the tenth power. Seriously.

So now, I’d like to post links to the sites as a sort of thank you to these magazines and poets:

Glitter Pony
http://glitterponymag.com/

Anti-Poetry
http://anti-poetry.com/

Shampoo
http://www.shampoopoetry.com/

Saltgrass Press
http://www.saltgrassjournal.blogspot.com/

Small Fires Press
http://smallfirespress.com/

Horse Less Press
http://www.horselesspress.com/

The two magazines for which I’m waiting on the hard copies also make the list:

Spinning Jenny
http://www.spinning-jenny.com/

Caketrain
http://www.caketrain.org/

Enjoy.

Confession: I have never read a Stephen King novel.

In fact, I believe I have watched only three film adaptations of his work: The Shining, Shawshank Redemption, and The Green Mile.

But when my girlfriend insisted that I had to write King’s On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, I decided to take her up on it. Last night, I stumbled across a great passage:

“And whenever I see a first novel dedicated to a wife (or a husband), I smile and think, There’s someone who knows. Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don’t have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.”

In all my years of writing, I have never had someone who believed in me quite the way Trisha does. (Perhaps other than my parents, but it wasn’t the same.) I have stalled time and time again, coming up with various excuse for not “putting it [poem, story, novel] out there” but I find I no longer have the energy to think of excuses. And I’m genuinely ashamed when I do.

To add to the list of themes/things that will appear on this blog, I want to make a point to share some pieces of poetry or fiction at least twice a week — even if I’m just digging out some piece of crap I found in a journal from three years ago and I’m considering revision. Maybe possibly. I’m a big fan of maybes. They prevent me from actually having to make a decision or a commitment.

So tonight, to get started off with guns blazing, I will share the latest revision of poem called “Juxtaposition.” (more…)

When I was seventeen, I got the nickname Grits. My friend, Q (yes, I admit that sounds almost as strange as Grits) bestowed the name upon me because he said it described the tone of my poetry: gritty. It also coincidentally shared an internal rhyme with my given name, Britt. To this day, there are only a handful of people who know me as this name. They are fellow writers who, along with Q, experienced an artistic adventure during the summer of 2000.

When I’ve been at the end of my creative rope, I’ve often called upon that summer and those friends/writers for inspiration. So it seems only natural that I should title my blog after that appropriately chosen nickname.

It was eight years ago and I can still remember the specific smells of The College of New Jersey campus, the bad cafeteria food, and poking fun at Loser Hall (pronounced Low-sher) where we workshopped our poetry and fiction. 

Which brings me to the one of the central principles of this blog: the future. I have always been a person obsessed with the past – relationships, parental and familial breakdowns, the accomplishments, travels, the disappointments, jobs gained and lost, music, clothing, books, streets I used to wander down – basically anything there was to ruminate on, I’ve ruminated, marinated, and probably could have seasoned a thousand steaks by now.

About two months ago, I moved to New York. And something changed. (Well, doesn’t something always change when you move to New York?) But it was huge – bigger than I expected. I realized I still had a hell of a lot of growing up do. A lot of figuring out and tweaking. (Tweaking isn’t quite the right word, but it’s hilarious and I hope you enjoy mocking it.) Perhaps I can give you a smile with that one.

So the focus of this blog isn’t on any one topic, per se – except that it must drive towards new ideas and philosophies. It can use the past when necessary, as in the way we are supposed to use the past – as a means of understanding ourselves and the world. No more packaging of my own mastications.

And this I believe will taste much sweeter.