The author friend
I have a friend whose cats I've cuddled, wedding I've celebrated, floor I've sprawled on, cupcakes I've gobbled, chickens I've wrangled, wife I've snuzzled--
words I've beta'ed and WIPs I've swapped.
K.A. Doore is one of the lucky, hardworking, impassioned lifelong writers who landed an agent and then a book deal. With Tor. Holy shit.
Check out her debut fantasy trilogy, coming soon to a bookstore near you.
I am SO. Incredibly, Jealous.
Cripplingly, paralyzingly, soaking-fully-clothed-in-my-bathtub-with-a-glass-of-wine jealous.
I can't seem to shake it. I've always been the jealous type, and it comes down to insecurity and lack of self-confidence—and I won't even throw in PTSD or childhood trauma, although that's there, too.
The climber friend
But as I've been thinking hard about my jealousy over my friend's success, hating myself for it, berating myself for it, I've interrogated some other places in my life where I've felt it. Where it's passed.
I have a friend whose falls I've caught, sends I've belayed, stories I've laughed at, relationship I've counseled, vulnerability I've held--
who got on my project and got through the hard, committing crux on her first go.
I felt SO. Incredibly. Jealous.
But this spike, after piercing me, passed through me. In, down, and out.
How to break jealousy's stranglehold
How did it pass? How did my jealousy soften and give way to another kind of emotional arousal? How did I transform "I can never be the strong climber she is" into "I want to be that strong and that brave and that beautiful on the rock! Look at her go!"?
Inspiration and jealousy are closely related opposites for me.
When I'm feeling jealous, it's often because the thing that I want, that I'm jealous of, is related to an area of my life where—in the moment jealousy hits--I'm feeling disconnected and unsupported.
When, instead, I feel inspired, it means that I'm feeling supported in and connected to my work. I'm excited toward making that reality possible in my own life.
So when the trigger hits, is there a way to turn jealousy into inspiration? Into energy toward getting shit done?
Step one. Name it.
Say it out loud: "I feel jealousy. I want what they have."
Then, say, "Okay. It's okay to feel that way. You're okay."
Step two. Soften it.
Keep talking. Now you've named the thing. You gave yourself permission to feel it. You have the opportunity to buttress yourself against its wiles.
Positive self-talk will soften jealousy's sting. Use your name to turn your brain into your friend. "Lora, you are a solid climber. You are a solid writer. I believe in you, and no matter what, I'm proud of you."
Would you tell your friend, "Jeez, look at her. You really suck. Why even bother?"
No, no, you wouldn't.
Step three. Transform it.
Find one thing you can do to feel supported in and connected to the work right here and now—in this moment. Do that thing.
For me it's a hug from a partner—climber, writer, friend, lover. It's a text to a friend: "Help! I feel shitty about my writing right now." It's diving into the work and making a concrete, tiny goal, and succeeding at it: I'll climb beautifully for two solid moves. I'll sit down and write 50 words. Just 50.
(Optional) Step four. Reveal it.
If you have a relationship with the person, it's sometimes helpful to let them know you're struggling. Truth of this sort is not always the best way forward. Sometimes it can be harmful. Sometimes, it's a release. Use judgment.
When jealousy is out in the open, it's a less scary monster. Easier to look at and name. Easier to start step one.
Whether you do Step four, the other three steps destabilize jealousy's shaming power.
Now, it's a feel, like any other emotion.
Now, your big brain and heart can go about doing what they are so good at doing, nodding at the emotion and moving forward.
It comes, has its moment, and then flows through and out, leaving more energy, vitality, motivation, and inspiration in its wake.
Y'all. I'm so thrilled at how this year's cover turned out. Less guidebook-y and more the literary anthology it truly is, it's frankly gorgeous. We had some stiff competition during the cover photo contest.
What's even better? There's a woman on the front—on lead, plugging gear. PSYCHED about that.
Twelve out of 21 writers this year are women. Five out of six interior art pieces were worked by women. Oh, sure, you'll still find gut-curdling epics and brutal, try-hard tales of dedication on grades I can't begin to imagine projecting. Overall, the book is more meditative, more introspective, and more focused on community.
Stories from the Drylands II is collection of true stories about the rock told by climbers of diverse backgrounds, all who've made a home in Southern Arizona. I'm honored to showcase their fine and thought-provoking work in this anthology.
I estimated my personal volunteer hours on this project today.
*darts over to log hours*
In Tucson? Join us at Ermanos Dec 7 for the Release Party!
This itsy flash from Joshua Tree has my heart in it. Go read it.
I'm thrilled that "Certain Unboxable Things" gets to make its debut. This monsoony Friday morning is a perfect moment for a divorce-era story, written in such troubled times. You can read "Certain Unboxable Things" at Cold Creek Review and find an interview with the author at the end!
The Shallows is Cold Creek Review's biannual issue. It highlights some of the darker parts of the human experience. Perhaps that's why the Editor-in-Chief Amber D. Tran (quite the badass, if you were wondering) chose to publish CUT.
For their second issue, The Shallows seeks stories "inspired by family secrets that are revealed during moments of loss, guilt, and/or anger. [Their] mission is to publish work that is not afraid to dive into the troubling relationships between family members in the middle of emotional turmoil and discovery." Although burgeoning and, at present, unpaying, The Shallows is competitive and accepts less than 3% of the work submitted. Be sure that if accepted, your work will be in capable and caring hands. They also nominate for prizes. Submission guidelines here.
Of all the princesses, one was most lovely, with eyes the gray of a storm cloud and hair like midnight swells on dark water. Her tree was of ebony limb and pale flower, and it shimmered in winter, as if strung with diamonds.
I look over the small field at him, the one we found several months ago rife with edible tubers. We will have to move soon, because they are mostly gone. Winter is coming again. We will need better shelter.
"Oh! and this is my partner, Canada," I say, turning to introduce Eric to the climber I've been chatting with. Eric leans in with characteristic enthusiasm. He pumps the extended hand of my new friend whose face is quizzical.
The number of climbing Erics in Tucson, Arizona gave rise to this particular nickname. Canada Eric holds enviable dual-citizen status. Every summer, he enjoys a bit of snow-birding, heading back up to his namesake Motherland.
"When No One's Left," out last month in Reckoning Magazine, originated while watching bad sci-fi with Canada.
Afterward, we did what we always do—snuggled into bed discussing the darker parts of what it means to be human.
We talked trajectories and fallouts, we chewed over the potential this species has to be better than it is. We wondered why we haven't risen to our potential. We asked whether, if the world gave us the choice, we would play god—or let the wheel keep turning and turning.
What would you do?
This February, read or listen to "Mudbelly" in Inklette Magazine: Issue IV.
Join me for another fabulous literary event on Sunday Feb. 26 where alumni of Kati Standefer's writing classes (of sex, illness, and trauma) read together for the first time.
Where: Tucson Hop Shop on Dodge
When: February 26, 2017
Readers: Lee Anne Galloway-Mitchell, Sara Hubbs, Maryrose Larkin, Kali Kennedy, Shefali Milczarek-Desai, Taylor Ducklow, Lisa Bowden, Natalie Wardlaw, Lora Rivera, Anna Stoke, & Red Samaniego
Kati's classes have been moving and shaking for me in great and profound ways. Come be part of this celebration of the body, illness, & sexuality narratives that we, her students, have lovingly and sometimes painfully squeezed and coaxed into existence.
I'll be reading about midway in the line-up. Pro tip: Show your CASA member card to get 10% off brews at THS.
Say you'll attend on Facebook. Learn more about the reading on Kati's website.
*Not an event for children.
Tucson Hop Shop
3230 N. Dodge Blvd. Tucson, Arizona 85716
Join in celebrating Tucson's diverse writing community.
Where: Good Oak Bar on Congress
When: February 26, 2017
Readers: Simon Ortiz, Michael Gessner, & Lora Rivera
Tucson indigenous writer and reading series curator Bill Wetzel spearheads this lovely series. My dear friend & colleague LL Madrid will be returning a favor from last month and introducing me.
See you there, I hope!