On Friday, I’m heading to Stanford to see my former advisor, Richard Roberts. It’s a good feeling to keep in touch with him, even though I probably see him only once a year, at best.
I met a graduate student at Stanford my first year there who was frustrated with another graduate student who didn’t plan on doing anything with her Ph.D. “She owes it to her advisor,” he said. “He invested all this time in her and now she’s just going to be a mom?”
I’m glad none of the advisors who have taken an interest in me have ever taken that attitude. Read More
Lately, I’ve been longing for a mentor, the kind of kick-ass mentor that doesn’t exist in real life: somebody that I talk to a few times a month, who can guide me not only through the various genres in which I write (nonfiction, y.a. fiction, the occasional bad poem) but also has the knowledge and wherewithal to help me navigate the business of writing, that is, meeting the appropriate contacts, how to get publicity, where to submit, etc.
When I was in Chicago this past week for the annual AWP conference, a fellow writer asked me, “Who do you read?” Read More