The Color Purple At 30

It boggles my mind to think that The Color Purple was published thirty years ago. I was about twelve years old when Celie, Shug, Sophia, and Mister entered the American conversation.

I have heard many black women writers confess that they were adults before they knew that black women could even be writers at all.  Right now, I am thinking about how fortunate I am to have never doubted that it as possible for a black woman to be a writer.  Like everyone, I had to go through a lot until I realized that I, myself, could be a writer, that I had something to say.  But thanks to Alice Walker, I never thought that I was excluded because of who I am.

Watching Alive Walker, I knew that the life of the writer would not be easy.  Yes, she was the first black woman to win the Pulitzer Prize in fiction and the only one– to this day– to have won both the Pulitzer and the National Book Award.  Still, she faced immense criticism for The Color Purple.  I have never heard any writer spoken about with the venom with which some African American critics attacked Alice Walker.  At the same time, I have never seen anyone stare down the hate with such love, generosity, and bravery.

Alice Walker is a trailblazer.  She opened doors for writers who came after, but I want to give her credit for what she did for all of us as readers.  The Color Purple is a gift.  Those characters touched all of us deeply.  They are bright purple patches in our American quilt.

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I Just Wanted To Be Writing, a #WRITELIKECRAZY guest post by Tiphanie Yanique

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Sometimes when you let go and just listen to your story, the rest will take care of itself. I hope you enjoy this post as much as I did. — Tayari


by Tiphanie Yanique

When I left graduate school I just knew I was going to have a book immediately. I had an agent, I had a novel that had just been picked up, I had all this drive, and wasn’t I talented, too? Well, maybe all of that was true, or maybe not. Either way my agent had a baby and then retired from agenting; my novel was taken by a press, and then that press closed its Caribbean line without publishing my book; I moved to New York and being a full time tenure track professor had sucked out all my drive…and maybe I wasn’t that talented. I appealed to friends. More than one said, “It took me ten years!” At a writer’s retreat a very successful author held up the rejections from her first book that went on to be a best seller and corner stone of American literature. There were more than thirty rejections.

Again and again, when they weren’t commiserating with me, my friends said, “Just keep writing.” This was hard. I felt betrayed by fiction and the whole system of publishing. I felt betrayed by readers who bought used books, or who didn’t buy books by writers of color at all. I was watching really talented friends tank and less talented ones soar. I liked to believe I was amongst the talented tankers, but who knew? And what did it matter, if you couldn’t get published?

I’d always been a poet even before I decided to take an MFA in fiction, and now poetry became a kind of salvation for me. It kept me writing when I didn’t trust prose. And since I teach fiction, I could read poetry and feel I was doing it just for myself, for the pure pleasure of it. I kept writing poems and then, every now and then, when I could stand it, I edited stories in a collection of which I had a draft. I wasn’t writing with a mind towards publication—I knew the novel was the ticket to publication, not poetry or stories. I was writing because I just wanted to be writing

Almost a year later, Fiona McCrae of Graywolf called me. I knew she had already felt my novel wasn’t right for Graywolf. We had sent it to her when I’d made the mistake of giving it to the other press that then canceled its line. Still, I was hoping, maybe, she’d help me take it to another level before I started sending it out again. When we met her at her office she said that she had read my short stories. My short stories. Not the novel. The only problem was that there weren’t enough stories to make a collection.
I peered over her shoulder. “But you only have about half of the collection. I’ve written more.”

“Well, that’s great news,” she said.

The collection, How to Escape from a Leper Colony, was published by Graywolf Press on March 2, 2010.

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Buy A Journal For Your Character #WRITELIKECRAZY

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Blocked? Here’s a fun excercise to help you #WRITELIKECRAZY.

The slender moleskine journals come in two-packs. Last time I bought one, I decided to use one for my musings, and on a whim, I decided to give the other one to my new character, Bessie. I don’t want to give too much away because a new book is like a new romance. You start telling everyone about it and then you ruin it. What I can say is her name is Bessie she 21 and she lives in Chicago in 1930. (And fear not ATLiens… she is born and raised in Atlanta, but she moved to Chicago a couple years ago.)

So, the light blue journal is for me, and the deep blue one is for Bessie.

I really love this exercise. I write the journal by hand– like a real journal. In doing it this way I get the benefit of handwriting. (You don’t get frustrated and delete a days work.) And also, I am getting to know Bessie without the pressure of developing plot or knowing the themes of the work. With the journaling format, I can just wander and let her free-associate the way I do in my real journal.

I have tried this before, but this is the first time that I actually bought a notebook for the character to have all to herself. When I have attempted this in the past, I did it on the computer. I think that I had been thinking of it as “just” an exercise. If you have ever been in my class will know that for me “just” is a dirty word. If you do it as “just” anything, you will not do it right.

This time, I took it seriously and the results have been wonderful. I think about Bessie all the time. At the risk of sounding too crazy or woo-woo, my handwriting is even a little different when I write for her. The penmanship is more formal. She has more pride in her journal than I have in mine. I just scribble and scrawl, but Bessie is the first person in her family to finish ninth grade, so she is very pleased to be telling her story. She is also very aware that this story is being written. She says things like “Talking about something and writing it down is two different things. Pen and paper is forever.”

At the same time, I am not completely possessed by the character. The author-me, the one who is obsessed with Toni Morrison in general and Beloved, specifically has a hand in the project. When remembering her mother’s funeral, Bessie lets us know that she had money enough to get her mother’s full name– first, middle, maiden, and married name engraved on the tombstone. “And I didn’t have to pay with nothing but cash money.”

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Writers Block/Procrastination Remedy: Start the Night Before #WRITELIKECRAZY

This is a repost of a entry that I wrote last year. I’m still on vaycay– I don’t know how much access I will have to internet, but I promise I am still #WRITINGLIKECRAZY. Full report when I get home.

Like many people, the biggest impediment to my writing is a failure to sit myself in the chair and try. I recently whined to someone that my writing hasn’t been “going well” for the last week or so. I know the person thought that I have been sitting at my typewriter, staring sadly at the glass keys, waiting for the words to come. But no. My writing didn’t go well last week precisely because I hadn’t been staring at those keys.

The remedy is obbvious– I need to sit myself in that chair and have at it.

And as all of you know, whether we are talking about writing or exercising, or cleaning house, or whatever. Starting is the hard part. (Sidebar: Have you ever watched this awesome video? It’s the mother of all peptalks.)

But on a less touchy feely plane, here is a simple tangible suggestion: Prepare your writing area the night before. Clean off the desk. I don’t mean just organize the clutter. I mean CLEAN IT. Wipe it down. Then arrange all your tools just so. Sharpen those pencils. Do you drink coffee when you write? Load the pot, so you only have to press “ON” when you get up. If you have a special writing outfit, set it out, too. (For me, that would be my fluffy robe.) Then go to bed.

I find that is I get the process going at night, I wake up already in the mode to write. And with everything set out before hand, I won’t get distracted and start cleaning up or something and them lose the mood to write. And besides, a clean and lovely writing space is so inviting. You will entice yourself as you entice your mood.

The picture you see here is my writing space in my place in New Jersey. Looking at the photo makes me realise how much I miss it. My lucky lamp! And the envelope you see is a letter from a reader, encouraging me to finish up Silver Sparrow. The desk is has a glass top and I windex it down at night so it gleams in the morning. Just seeing this picture makes me want to write. Seriously.

What I am suggesting is a simple fix. Try it. And while you’re at it, buy yourself a couple of flowers. Set them on your desk. You deserve it. And then, go write that book.


xo, t

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PS #WriteLikeCrazy On Holiday

Oops, I was so caught up with the philosophical implications of my vacation that I forgot to post a couple of updates.  (This awesome picture that I am posting is hopefully what I am doing by the time you read this.  This is an auto post written in the airport on my way out.)

#WRITELIKECRAZY will go on.  I have my work in progress with me.  I didn’t want to leave it behind. This is kind of why I don’t say writing is my job. I would never take my job with my on vacation.  Writing is my heart and I will get some words on the page in the mornings.  After which I will indulge in regular like beach reading, dancing, mojitos, and maybe jet skiing. (I’m on the fence about that one.)

There will be #WRITELIKECRAZY blog posts appearing here, magically in my absence! There are a couple of cool guest posts in the hopper and some posts written by yours truly.

I am trying to think of a cool way to celebrate LEAVING ATLANTA’S tenth birthday.  That book is my baby-boo.  I am thinking to give away ten books for ten years.  If you have cool contest ideas, let me know.

Alright. That’s it.  I gotta a plane to catch.  Actually, a lot of planes to catch. But by the time you read this, let’s hope I am on a beach, sipping a mojito and #writinglikecrazy.  I hope you’ll keep the hashtag alive til I get home.


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Ten Years in, One Thing I’ve Learned #WRITELIKECRAZY

The original title for this blog post was: Happy 10th Birthday LEAVING ATLANTA! #WriteLikeCrazy On Holiday. To celebrate the decade since I became a published author, I booked myself a fancy island vacation.  First class all the way.  For ten years in the biz, I felt that I deserved it.  So that was going to be my post, all about taking care of yourself and learning to give yourself a round of applause.  But you know– that’s not what ten years have taught me and a hurricane named Isaac made sure I didnt get it twisted.

Here’s what happened. About 48 hours ago, a tropical storm gathered in the Atlantic.  I looked at the weather channel and it was nothing nice.  My dream vacation– the one that was supposed to be my reward for a decade in the trenches– was being washed away. I know it’s insanse to take a weather event personally, but I was crushed.  In my head, I call could hear all the naysayers.  I don’t only mean the ones who warned me against travelling alone to Antigua (you’re going to get killed!) but all the naysayers along the way. I remembered everyone who failed to encourage me in my writing.  (You would not believe the things people said.  I was told everything from “you’ll starve!” to “all the guys are going to be scared to date a Published Writer.”) I remembered the people who told me to take the safe path and “write on the weekends.” I watched the Weather Channel, hung my head and worried about the process of canceling my trip.

I won’t lie.  I cried about it and gave myself a headache.  I hadn’t bought travel insurance, so I was going to lose all the money I had put down on the trip and I would start school without having had a few days to myself.  I tried to figure out how to do a staycation here in Jersey, but it wasn’t just the same.


The the part of me that is stubborn, unreasonable, and optimistic refused to let me cancel. I decided to wait to see if the storm would “turn.”. After all, how many metaphorical storms have I weathered these last ten years? Since when did I start giving up so easily?  I decided that if the planes were flying, I was going.

The storm did turn, not completely, but I am going to Antigua anyway. It’s going to be a Frankie Beverly vacation– sunshine and rain.  The airline called and they are re-routing me halfway around the world and half of the trip will be in coach class. I was upset about this for a big chunk of yesterday.  I had paid for a first class seat and I wanted to sit in first class.  The nice woman on the phone explained to me (slowly like she was talking to a child) that there were no more seats in first class because this was a last minute ticket.  I shot back, angry (like a child) that I had booked my original ticket back in April!  She was calm.  I would have to fly coach or not go.  I whimpered and accepted seat 25C.  She then suggested that I extend my trip an extra day since all day Thursday would be eaten up with travel drama. No charge, she said.  I eagerly seized upon it, but there was a catch.  Miami to JFK– coach again.  So I had to weigh the options– an extra resort day, or a first class ticket home.

And here’s the lesson. You don’t always get what you deserve, but you will receive many blessings.  Ten years ago, who would thought I would be taking an island vacation financed by the returns from my writing?  Even five years ago, this type of getaway would still be just another unreachable item on my bucket list.  For a minute, I almost spoiled it for myself because of my seat.

You see, I had assigned a sort of emotional premuim to that first class seat.  I needed seat 3A because I had worked hard for it; if I didn’t have it, then it meant that I somehow had fallen short of my bucket list ideal.  This fantasy of a first class vacation was something I dreamed up for myself when I was just starting out.  It was probably based on something I had seen on television, or maybe even from overhearing friends and relatives who had “made it” talk about their vacations.  And look how quickly I went from crying because I thought the trip was cancelled to being funky because it wouldn’t be first class all the way.  Shamefully, I didn’t even take a second to be thankful that travel would be permitted at all.

In the ten years since Leaving Atlanta, I have worked to curb this kind of thinking.  I’ve struggled to learn to put away petty markers of success and remember what the real indicators are of a life and career well lived.  I sigh to think of how much time I wasted when I was just starting, fretting over The New York Times? And it’s not just baby-writers that do this. I have seen extremely successful people melt into tears because of some small disappointment. When I received a crappy review last year, Nichelle Tramble read it, agreed that it was viscious, but she said, “Let it have your breakfast, but don’t let it eat your dinner.”  It’s so easy to disregard all the bounty that you have been given and that you have earned because of some insult heaped at your feet or some shiny thing that is just out of your reach. Ten years in, and I finally get it.

So– seat 2A or seat 25C, the point is that I am going, and that I wrote my way there.

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A Perfect Age To Be Published, A #WRITELIKECRAZY guest post by Marie Mutsuki Mockett

Here is another guest post by a writer whom I admire very much.  Even though we may seem to be living in the era of boy- and girl-wonders, In this wonderful post Marie Matsuki Mockett reminds us that where you are is the best time to write the story you are meant to write.

A Perfect Time To Be Published
By Marie Mutsuki Mockett

I wrote the first draft of my novel when I was thirty-one. My Picking Bones from Ashhusband, who is Scottish and warm and funny but schooled in that British way, read the early manuscript and murmured: “Hmm. I like this one paragraph.” So I put the novel aside, then wrote and published short stories for a while. At thirty-five, I dragged the manuscript back out again. The one paragraph is the only thing from the original draft that is still in my book.

I had always wanted to be a writer, and I sometimes wonder if I might have succeeded earlier in life if I’d attended an MFA program in my youth. We’ll never know. Instead, I worked a variety of jobs—test prep question writer, online store manager, non-profit administrator, failed antique picker—while writing in the corporate toilet stall, on the weekends and during company meetings. When I was disappointed or hurt by rejection, I would try to remind myself to take the long view; it takes time to become a writer, and many of the people I admire have had long careers.

In the beginning, I was often told what many female writers hear: I was talented, but my writing was “too quiet.” I revised. An editor rejected me because she “already had a half-Asian writer.” I was devastated. Much as I loved this other writer’s work, I knew that our material was different. Would anyone else notice? Another editor rejected my book because: “I have just had a child and I cannot accept what the mother in your book has done.”

I tried to tell myself that another editor would not confuse her personal experience with an unmarketable product. These rejections were often paired with variations of this one line: “I know someone else will publish this work with the enthusiasm it deserves,” which I dismissed as an empty compliment. As I got to know other writers who had been through the same grueling process, I learned they too had heard the same semi-praise.

When I finally met my editor Fiona McCrae, from Graywolf, I was absolutely positive I wanted to work with her. She understood what I was writing, and saw ways to strengthen the novel that meshed completely with my vision. I was relieved. And then I was grateful for all the other rejections that had kept me from working with someone who might not have been a good fit for my book.

My wonderful agent said to me earlier this year, “Sweetheart, you are the perfect age to get started.” I think I know what she means. As writers and artists, it’s our job to develop a vision of the world—to see what others are missing. This is the kind of thing that takes time, and that you cannot learn in school. It’s wonderful to see a writer like Kazuo Ishiguro, for example, turning out even more probing material as he matures. I do not mean that younger writers don’t manage complexity, because of course I can think of plenty of examples where they do. It’s just to say that writing generally takes time and can be painfully slow. About the only thing you can really control is the quality and uniqueness of your work. Make this your focus, and I really and truly believe that you too will find someone who will publish your book with the “enthusiasm it deserves.”

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A Warning Against Self-Sabotage #WRITELIKECRAZY

Sometimes when you are feeling insecure about the writing, you will give the work to someone very critical. I am not a therapist, but I have seen this many times.  You feel like the work is crap, so you will not rest until you find someone who will tell you it’s crap.  If someone is encouraging, you will blow it off as her just being “nice.”  The same thing applies for people who are constantly trolling the web for bad news about publishing.  You don’t believe you will ever be published, so you keep pushing until you find someone or some article that helps you stay in your comfortable place of fear.  If you’re doing this, realise it.  And then stop it.  I would never say that you are your “worst enemy.” It’s an expression I hate.  Afterall, your do more for yourself than anyone else.  You are not your enemy.  But you may in a position where you are not doing all you can to help yourself.  So get yourself together.  Breathe.  Try. And be brave enough to accept praise.  Be brave enough to love yourself and your work,  You deserve it.  Your book deserves it.  You can work hard.  You will work hard.  You have worked hard. You will continue to work hard.  And it will pay off.

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Blocked? 5 Tips #writelikecrazy

We are halfway through #WRITELIKECRAZY in August.  There are good days and bad days and just kind of blah days.  And there are other times when you feel like the muse has left you standing there at the altar.  Here are a few little tricks I do to help me get going when the magic isn’t there. 

Write a letter.  I often write letters in the morning before I start to write to get limbered up and ready to go.  I write on paper, but I am sure email will do the trick too. (However, I am not sure opening that web browser is a great idea.)  But the point here is that writing a letter to a friend buts you in a happy frame of mind and it’s easy writing— no anxiety,  no worries that it’s not good enough.  It reminds you that writing is second nature.  Just an extension of thinking. Of talking. Carefree expression.

Try a new location: Maybe the thrill is gone between you and your writing desk.  Try working somewhere new.  I occaisionally switch it up by going to the public library down the street, even though my typewriters are not welcome there.  I don’t know why it works, but it does,

Read your own work aloud:  Sometimes when I can’t figure out how to move the story forward, I return to what I have written.  Reading it aloud immerses me in the world of the story and I can pick up the thread again.

Clear your desk metaphorically:  Are you stuck because everything you start to write you start thinking of all the other stuff you have to get done?  Maybe take a day and click some things off your to-do list.  Clear up some space in your head.  Decide what things must be done so you can feel comfortable taking a couple hours to write.  Do those things.  Then write.

Take a day off:  Have you been working too hard?  Maybe you need to just walk away for a day.  It’s okay.  I know that they say “a writer writes”, but a writer also has a life.


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Losing Steam? It’s Okay. You Can Still #WriteLikeCrazy

Hi, Eveyone.  We are halfway through August, and I am noticing folks dropping out of #writelikecrazy.  Activity on the hashtag is slowing down.  I am not recieving as many cool photos of your workspaces.  The purpose of this post is to help you get back on board because we still have a lot of month left.

One question to ask yourself is whether you have set reasonable goals for yourself.  Remember, this is not NaNoWriMo.  We are not trying to cough up a whole book in a month.  We are just here to try and figure out some sustainable habits and jump start ourselves.  If you started this month like a crash diet, it’s no wonder that you have burned out.  But here is a great way that #WLC is better than a crash diet.  When you fall off the diet wagon, you just gain the weight back.  With #WLC, the progress you made in the early days is yours forever.  You can start again anything and move forward.

So rethink your goals.  Has school started for you, or your kids?  Are you going on vacation?  Factor that in and set a goal that you can read.  Can you do a page a day?  Maybe thirty minutes on the timer.  Give up watching Law & Order on Netflix and five that 42 minutes to your manuscript. As they say– A year from now, you will wish you had started today.

Are you second guessing yourself in general?  Are you worried that what you’re writing isn’t good enough?  May I offer this tweet from Anne Lamott whose wonderful book “Bird By Bird” really gets my engine running:

To be fair, sure a famous writer like Anne Lamott is coming from a different place than most of us– afterall, she is, apparently in bed while you might be at work.  But there is still wisdom in what she says.  Write.  Even if it’s bad.  If it’s bad, you can fix it.  But you can’t fix it until you’re written it.  Write that shitty first draft.  Don’t be mean to yourself.  Don’t tell yourself that it’s not good enough, or that you’re not good enough.

You can do this.  Really, you can.  Try again.


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