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Hi, I'm Jami Attenberg. I write books, and much, much more. My fourth book, The Middlesteins, came out in 2012. You can order it here or here. My fifth book, Saint Mazie, will be published in June 2015.

Also I like dogs and fighting crime.

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I love all the little steps of this process and also I love this typeface.

What I’m doing lately is writing on my iphone and emailing little bits of a new story to myself. Which is weird because I’ve never done that before. I’ve re-written the first sentence five times. I’ve got all these short emails with no subject line, just the same first sentence in the body, with the words slightly different each time.

Also I have a small green moleskine and I was making notes in it while I was driving. I can’t bring myself to look at it because I’m pretty sure it’s a mess and I’ll never be able to decipher it, and then I’ll get sad because of all those lost ideas. But anyway I am writing some fiction and that’s good.

Earlier today a friend of mine was upset because she’d been sitting at the library for hours and had gotten nothing done all day. She was sad about someone she loved who had passed away, that was the real story. It was his birthday and she missed him. It was getting in the way of her writing, and all she wanted to do was write. She’s the real deal, she gets it, she knows that the work is what carries you from one place to another. It’s your thruline.

I told her I was done talking to her, that she had to write 250 words, and then she would have done something with her day. Then she would feel better. “Bye,” I said. “xoxo.”  Later in the afternoon she emailed me and said she had written 167 words so far.

Now I have to write 250 words tomorrow. I tell her to do it, I remind myself to do it, I’m telling you to do it, too. 250 words. That’s all you have to write to have done something with your day.

Sid.

My friend’s boyfriend got hit by a garbage truck (! I know!) and it’s pretty bad and she asked if I could bring him a book and I was like COULD I EVER. One book? No, I will bring him ten books! So these are my get well recs for a man in his 40s spending the next few months getting well.

The thinking here is: contemporary memoir and investigative reporting because dudes like non-fiction; a few smart suspense books to keep his brain riveted; Lipsyte bcause Lipsyte’s hilarious and a New Yorker and my friend who got hit is a New Yorker; Josh Mohr because he’s funny, too, and dark and weird; ditto Pasha Malla; and finally The People of Paper's pretty trippy and experimental and my friend is on Dialudin right now. 

A friend messaged me, asking for advice on switching from writing the first draft to revision mode. It’s a different pace, he explained, after the speed and discovery of the first draft.

I said:

"Save it as a new document called ‘final’ or ‘finished’ or something like that. Create a folder called ‘old’ and put all other versions in that folder.  This is a subtle tweak to your mindset but it works. Set a page count of edits you want to reach every day, say 25, and make sure you hit it. Work in a new physical space, a different cafe or something. It’s the breaking of first draft rituals and creating of new ones kind of thing.

Also I might change who I am writing for in this version. I feel like every draft is a letter to someone. Say the first draft is a letter to yourself, and the second draft is the letter to your intended reader, and the third draft is for your editor. (Obviously this doesn’t have to be your order.) It’s just helpful for shifting things a little bit, giving your new draft a different spin.”

Got any other tips?

I’m finishing up edits and I used to smoke cigarettes and chain smoke when I edited and now all I have is kale and granola and I want to die. So that’s how I’m doing today.

Ain’t gonna lie, I’ll be happy to be done with this sucker so I can move this stack off the desk — just so I can start a whole new stack. It’s gonna be a few more weeks I think. Line edits are coming on Monday. But now I’m just tweaking things. Now it’s just the finer points. Nearly done.

Here is a point I write to sometimes: I want people to read my writing and think, “Holy crap, I didn’t know she had it in her.” Sometimes I have a real screw you, you didn’t believe in me attitude when I’m working. I don’t even know who I’m saying that to anymore. I have plenty of people who believe in me. But I still think I’m saying it to someone and I still think it’s driving me and who am I to argue with something that makes me get my work done.

I took a two-hour walk with the dog yesterday morning and I had an enormous revelation on what the book was about. Oh my god, I thought. Now I know. I was pretty sure I was a genius. Pretty sure! Then I remembered this is the hundredth time this has happened while writing this book. Each time it is a slight variation on the previous revelation, and basically, spoiler, the book is just about life and its struggles.

Writers are boring and predictable.