Category Archives: Draft Journal

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[marginalia] The Importance of Coming Undone : : Joyce Chen

If there is one thing more difficult than getting an idea off the ground, it is, perhaps, keeping that idea afloat, and fresh, and shuffling in a generally forward-moving direction. Though to be fair, phrases like “more or less” and “better or worse” may not be quite the right ones to apply to the expansive gradient of creation mentioned here — but it is at very least a start.

Back in the spring of 2015, three New School classmates and I founded The Seventh Wave, a 501(c)(3) arts and literary nonprofit bent on creating online and offline spaces for conversation and opposition to flourish. We were all from different industries of expertise and experience spanning education, graphic design, journalism, and the service industry. How we structured the organization, we agreed, would need to allow for each of our personalities and backgrounds to not just exist, but to also breathe organically. We wanted our strengths to show through in each of our roles within the beast we were creating.

In the creation of our publication, then, everything from aesthetics to social media voice to communication with our contributors became an offshoot of who we were as individuals, and we hoped the transparency with which we operated would help keep our own work intentional and honest too. We insisted on handwritten thank-you notes and a writer/artist-centric presentation of the works we promoted. We allowed for the contents of each issue to dictate the format of our launch event. We engaged. By making these small gestures, we assumed that we were doing things differently enough from the rest of the literary world that we were making a bold, new statement. Continue reading

[marginalia] mine : : linda sirois

My friend, Ginny, asked me this: “How do you continue to find things to mine from your son’s situation?” This was a fair question, as we are both nonfiction writers and the flow of writer-ly material is important and then she appeared to hear herself and laughed and grabbed my arm and looked chagrined, and hastened to assure me that she meant her question in a good way. A tribute to my creative use of the raw material that appears.

I didn’t know what to say. And I thought about her question for a very long time, turning it over and over. I happen to have a kid who was born with a mental illness that made his childhood tricky and hard to navigate for him and, therefore, for us. Then, while still very young, he was hit in the head and his brain got hurt, but it was many years until the brain injury was diagnosed, partly because the TBI and the OCD were all jumbled together and compulsion looked like defiance and confusion like opposition. And by then he was a young adult who was thoroughly sick of doctors and meds and therapy and so went his own way and struggled a lot, but was stubborn and proud and made lots of bad judgment calls when his executive function looked the other way.

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[marginalia] false memoir, true fiction – the slippery slope : : robert detman

What is it about our present state of literary affairs that insists on blurring the line between fiction and memoir? It’s as if to have a narrative come from life lends fiction some undeniability or plausibility. Stranger than fiction? Or stranger than life? The moment we label the writing the questions begin.

One of the glories of writing fiction is that it allows you to inhabit characters, points of view, and states of mind that you might not in actual life. This might indicate that there is an unusual, even unenviable quality of this character’s life. In fact, this is how I look for a character to write about, having gotten into the habit of avoiding characters with uneventful lives. However, in the memoirs I’ve been riveted by–Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, James Ellroy’s My Dark Places, and Bryan Charles’s There’s a Road To Everywhere Except Where You Came From–it usually matters less to me how extraordinary the life is.

These memoirs tend to construct a narrative from an incident in the life that might, on initial consideration, seem to offer a thin, even slightly dubious, premise. Often the writer’s story isn’t that remarkable; it is the skill of the writer that elevates the narrative into the art of memoir.

On the other hand, there are those memoirs that seem to blur the genre and offer a presumable fictional take on the writer’s story. Continue reading

[marginalia] let he who is without sin hurl the first haggis : : james w. morris

Like most fiction writers, I spend a significant portion of my time alone, obsessively and intensively fretting about the personal problems of people who don’t exist. Whether an inborn proclivity for solitude leads a person to accept a calling to write fiction, or whether a fervid desire to write fiction forces an otherwise normal person to develop a tolerance for being on his own is a controversy on which I take no stance. I’m not worried about it either way.

Neither am I concerned about the fact that I talk to myself when I’m alone. I often compose sentences aloud, voicing possible dialog, or sounding out hard-wrought descriptive passages, listening ardently for the music I want them to make.

What I am worried about is that lately when I talk to myself I’ve been doing so with a Scottish accent. Continue reading

[marginalia] girly girl – the challenge of channeling men : : colette sartor

I’ve never been much of a girly girl. I rarely wear makeup or get my nails done. Most days I forget to brush my hair. Waxing any body part seems like a torture designed for others braver than I am.

Even so, I appreciate girly things, like clothes. I love clothes. When I was a young, single entertainment lawyer, I didn’t spend money on expensive vacations or cars. I spent it on clothes, and shoes. God, the shoes. Back then, I used to budget for the Barney’s Warehouse Sale, held for a week in an airport hangar. Everyone in the entertainment industry–lawyers like me, agents, development execs, assistants, production people–lined up to flip through racks of designer suits, tuxedos, evening dresses, coats and purses and jewelry and belts. I once found an Isaac Mizrahi evening gown marked down from $3,000 to $300. It was backless, sleeveless, classic. That same shopping trip, I also bought deliciously sensible Oxford shoes and a raw silk chocolate-brown Calvin Klein pants suit. The suit was boxy and mannish and gorgeous. I loved it even more than the dress. I wore it more. It made me rejoice in the more “masculine” side of myself that felt comfortable showing up to weekend brunches scrub-faced and wearing clogs with ripped jeans. The side that loved to sweat, that would weight train for two hours at dawn and take a spinning class at noon. Continue reading

draft editor Rachel Yoder presents at 1 Million Cups Iowa City/Cedar Rapids

draft editor Rachel Yoder presented the case for draft at the amazing 1 Million Cups event on May 25 at Film Scene in downtown Iowa City. 1 Million Cups is a free, weekly national program designed to educate, engage, and connect entrepreneurs. Developed by the Kauffman Foundation, 1MC is based on the notion that entrepreneurs discover solutions and network over a million cups of coffee.

For news about where draft came from, what we’ve done, and where we’re going, please take a look at our presentation. We were thrilled to share our project with the local business community and gain insights and entrepreneurial perspective from respected business leaders.


[marginalia] On Readings : : Mark Polanzak

In this third installment of three articles, draft editor Mark Polanzak talks about why literary readings suck and how to make them better.

The three occurrences that most riveted the crowd at the last three readings I attended:

1) At Q & A time, a man was called on who said: “I’ve never heard of the book, and I missed your reading, but I’ve just looked at the back of your novel here, and, jeez, you must be amazing, man.” To which the reader/author had to sort of respond to the obviously indigent and hammered bookstore patron with an awkward, “Thank you.” Everyone in the crowd whispered and shuffled around.
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[marginalia] The Style Sheet : : Tony Tulathimutte

authorphotoTony Tulathimutte is the author of the novel Private Citizens. A graduate of Stanford University and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, he has written for The New York Times, VICE, The New Yorker, The Atlantic, N+1, Playboy, The Paris Review, Salon, The LA Review of Books, Travel + Leisure, and others. His work has received an O. Henry Award and a Macdowell Fellowship.

This post is part of our ongoing web series MARGINALIA about all things writing, reading, & learning. To submit your own experience, please read our guidelines.


Let this be an official apology to my copyeditor, the indefatigable Laura Cherkas, and a hymn of praise for the work copyeditors do with scant praise or recognition. Did you know that HarperCollins fact-checks their novels? And that they not only make lists of every character, every location, and every abbreviation, but a comprehensive timeline of every event in the book with a specific date? I sure didn’t, until, some time after submitting the draft of my novel Private Citizens, I received all of these in a 13-page style sheet, an additional four pages and an annotated manuscript of unbelievably minute queries. The style notes offer a charming glimpse into the copyeditor’s pragmatic, craftsmanly approach to literature: “Author’s prose is very slangy and stylistic; follow him when possible,” one reads (good advice!). Or: “‘God’ capitalized only in direct reference to deity, not in interjections. ‘Jesus’ and ‘Christ’ always capped.”

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Issue 6 Is Here

A truly phenomenal (if we do say so ourselves) Issue 6 is here, featuring short stories by Dylan Nice and Chris Boucher, along with some pretty amazing artwork by Michael TarbiBuy it now to peruse the drafts, stories, and interviews or come find us at the bookfair at AWP.

You can also check out samples from Issue 6 on our website and sign up for our newsletter to receive bonus material when we launch new issues and stay up to date on draft news.

[marginalia] The Myth About Writers : : Mark Polanzak

In this second installment of three articles, draft editor Mark Polanzak opines about the writerly mystique and all the drama surrounding literary genius

After the mandated souring of young persons to the act of reading through our educational system, there’s the culture of book people to contend with. How do we as a society view authors?

On a recent South Park episode, when Butters took credit for authoring the novel Scrotie McBoogerballs and the world deemed him a genius writer, his look morphed from anxious nerdlinger in pale green tee to self-important writer-douche in black frame eyeglasses and gray sweater. The episode goes on to point out that books are not simply enjoyed for the stories they tell. Rather, they are bizarre language puzzles that concoct impenetrable metaphors and allegories that readers must set to figuring out. There’s this bullshit air of mystery about the whole endeavor and about authors themselves. Continue reading