Saturday morning I read Holly Goddard Jones’s story “Theory of Reality” from New Stories from the South. It’s a great story that deals with a 13 year-old girl. I won’t go into details because I believe that one can’t really summarize a story, that the story should speak for itself. But I highly recommend it.
Whenever I’m delighted by a writer, I search for biographical information, interviews, and more of her work. There is an interview in The Kenyon Review that you can read here. She says this about short stories in contrast to novels:
“I was told a few times that it could be a novel—frankly, I get that a lot about my stuff—but I knew that it wasn’t a novel. I didn’t need 250 pages to tell Jacob’s story, so why force it? A short story can have something of a novel’s breadth and richness, and it can also address heartbreak—frankly and painfully—in a way that maybe a novel isn’t always meant to do. Let me qualify that. I’m not willing to spend years working on a book that doesn’t have hope at its center, and as a reader, I don’t tend to enjoy that sort of extended abuse, either. I think stories can go darker, or at least I’m willing to go darker in my stories.”
There are times in the interview that feel like we’re intruding on a conversation, and at other points, Jones and the interviewer, Nancy Zafris, discuss elements of the craft. They mention Flannery O’Connor, Kentucky, and the M.F.A. experience (both hers and in general).
She has a collection of short stories forthcoming in 2009, called Girl Trouble. Visit her website here and her blog here.

Focus
Technically it’s National Novel Writing Month, and technically I decided to participate again this year. But if we’re being technical, I think I have exactly 500 words of a novel’s first draft that I was hoping to speed through this month.
Instead of taking part in the frenzy of novel writing bliss/madness this month, I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what I’m doing and where I’m going. It’s too easy to throw some words in a thousand direction and hope that a few grow into stories or novels or articles or even a career (sorry for the gardening metaphor). But what I’ve realized is that writing indiscriminately for the sake of getting paid for any kind of writing leads nowhere. I began this freelance venture in part because I thought, hey, it might really be possible to make a living (i.e. money) from writing. And maybe some writers make a living by writing anything and everything they can, as fast as they can, I don’t think that’s going to work for me.
I’ve questioned whether or not I want to continue with writing in any capacity because it’s so hard and so consuming. But it’s my own fault. I’ve made writing the center of my world, and paradoxically, lost my focus. Now I’m trying to create an overarching career goal, because I do want to write, and I want to write as a career (but not as a lifestyle). I think I need to be strategic with each project.
And maybe once things are in focus, I can take on projects that are no more strategic than a few extra dollars during slow patches. But for now I’ve got a short story to revise. And it’s finally fun.