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"Stamford Poets"by Matt Gillick

2/15/2020

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Stamford poets rent one-bedroom apartments and host occasional gatherings on Friday evenings for drinks and crackers. The apartments are filled with knick-knacks—organized hoards like Time’s filing cabinet—which they must squeeze around without getting crumbs on the carpet. One can see the decades in an afghan rug with golden tassels pinned down by a mosaic coffee table and a shag-wrapped ottoman stacked with dusty Playboys resting on top or a sofa with curved oak legs and plastic-sheened cushions splotched with stains. They sip their wine and taper off from the subjects of enjambment and dying traditional forms and find footing in the immediate themes of rude cashiers and the stigma of exact change. When the third glass kicks in, they lay back and look at the ceiling, recounting when they went to a motel on Hope Street where they walked into the room and saw a pile of white towels, boiling water, and a man in a tattered apron holding an ether mask, commanding them not to make a sound—the walls of the Seabound Motel were thin. They then, doze off themselves, not knowing a poem poured out of them like a request for just one more glass of Cabernet. Sore from awkward sleeping angles, they rise from their sunken cushions in the early mornings with vague recollections of ideas they’d forgotten to write down.

Matt Gillick is from Northern Virginia and is pursuing an MFA.
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Two Poems by John Grey

2/12/2020

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A NIGHT IN BUCHAREST

In the third floor apartmentof a fortress-like building,
from before the fall of Communist Romania,
hers were the last first-hand stories
I heard of pre-industrial Transylvania,
through cracked dry lips
a voice as staticky
as the console radio
in the middle of the room.

Great-great-grandmother of a friend,

slunk down in her favorite armchair,
surrounded by fading photographs
of smiling village faces,
her escape from evil’s clutches
could have happened yesterday
for all the feeling in her narrative.

Her tale moved apace
from a stroll through a moonlit forest
to an encounter with the piercing eyes
of a black-robed creature,
the strange compelling feeling
that drew her closer to him
to the sudden glint
of the crucifix around her throat,
and the other’s stumble backward
that gave her the one chance
to turn on her heels
and run back to the safety
of the well-lit tavern.

"Of course, this must just sound like

an old woman’s fantasies
to you young people,"

she said.

But when she was finished
recounting the grisly fate
of her friend, Gabriela,
who, to this day,
floats by her bedroom window
at midnight,
they were our fantasies too.



UP FROM THE OCEAN

The ones splashing in the ocean are no longer us.
No need to even bother looking.
That's sand in the folds of your skin.
That's a rock pressed hard against your back.
It's something called an issue
that rides the breakers into shore,
that rolls about in the waves,
giggling and flailing,
that looks like us but is not us.
You won't hear them
lauding the aesthetics of the perfect tan.
Their dreams don't bother with
five hours in this natural salon,
lazily eying the pages of something
from the New York Times bestseller list.
The lotion on their faces
is dabbed on skimpily,
in those excited few seconds
when their feet can barely stand still
and their bodies lurch
toward the magnet of the sea.
It doesn't take the leisurely approach,
a rub here, a massage there,
into aging back and shoulder-blades.
For them, a giddy topple
and a mouthful of brine.
For us, the nudge of a familiar thigh,
an occasional warm kiss.
As always there's a generation gap,
twenty feet or so of golden sand.
Hand in hand, a teenage couple cross it,
plant footprints deep to them,
but shallow to the tides.

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in
That, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty, with work upcoming in Blueline,
Chronogram and Clade Song.

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Welcome to FROM SAC Monthly!

1/1/2020

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With this new decade, we are changing things up here at FROM SAC with the addition of a new monthly publication we call FROM SAC Monthly. This is where you'll find all of the monthly published authors and artists. We're excited to have more words to share, while allowing more authors the joy of sharing their work with readers who care.

Stay tuned for February and the first month of publications!
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In Their Own Voices by Tess Perez

2/2/2018

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In honor of our theme, Voices, here are some poems being read by their authors.  First, find a copy of the poem and read it to yourself.  Then click on the links to hear the writers read. Pay attention to the differences in how the writer reads compared to your reading.  What differences do you hear?  How do those differences change the meaning of the poem for you?  

William Carlos Williams: This Is Just To Say

https://youtu.be/BcTfsG-k_58

Elizabeth Bishop: The Fish

​https://youtu.be/EJsFCI9_BeA


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Welcome to 2018!

1/9/2018

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Welcome to 2018
 
I’m so excited for this year! Our last issue marked five years of this wild project—and to be honest, I never expected From Sac to last this long. Life is at the very least unpredictable, and often time-consuming in areas you’d rather not devote your time. But a man’s gotta eat. And apparently so do his kids. Who knew?
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My point: I am grateful for the opportunity to work on From Sac and to be on this wild adventure.
 
Elison and Tess would agree with me when I say that the INSANITY issue last year was by far our best issue yet. Now that we’ve figured out how to make this all work within the confines of our hectic schedules, the process is much smoother. Plus, it turns out that people are starting to notice From Sac, even if just a little, so that we now get hundreds of submissions a year—I don’t mind the extra work, this is exactly what I hoped would eventually happen.
 
If you haven’t read INSANITY yet, be sure to order a copy on Amazon. It’s a fantastic read, and it helps the three of us continue funding From Sac. Seriously, the sales pay for hosting the site and allowing us to provide contributor copies to our wonderful authors and artists.
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But most importantly, I could not be more excited about this year’s theme. We are trying something a little different than what we’ve done and we’ve seen others journal do. The theme for 2018 is
VOICES
Sound like our others themes? There’s a catch: this theme has two layers (like a cake or something):
  • Layer 1 (most important and best tasting by far): We are only accepting voice recorded submissions from our authors. That’s right: only audio. Text is wonderful, and writers perform magic with just language. Unfortunately, no matter how talented the author, everything a person reads is read by the weird narrator who lives somewhere between the ears and whispers to us whenever it’s too quiet. One of my hopes, among many regarding this theme, is that intended rhythms and intonation will be preserved and executed exactly as the author’s narrator.
  • Layer 2 (also delicious): the concept of VOICE. We are all filled with voices, bombarded throughout our days with gobs of voices vying for out time and attention—both those that are sought out and those that are invasive. Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between my voice and the voices others around me. I am interested in those voices, how they affect us, what we choose to listen to or ignore, and what we are adding to the world.
 
Like I said, it’s going to be a great year! I’m excited for all that we are doing here and From Sac, to see how authors interpret the theme, and to just see what the rest of the world is going to do and be.
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 The Power of Love - Dr. Cornel West's Visit to Sacramento State                     (by Elison)

10/12/2016

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I’d seen the Facebook event reminder for Dr. Cornel West’s lecture at Sacramento State University for weeks. Keith Lamont Scott had just been killed over a week before the talk, and afterwards, the typical social media activism populated my news feed. People changed their Facebook photos to show support. People posted memes meant to capture the complexity of racism with a clever quote on top of a photo. And though there were pockets of deeper discourse – people actively looking for solutions – I was ready to unplug and hear Dr. West talk about “Race, Democracy, Justice & Love.”

The talk started at 7:30, so my wife, a friend, and I stepped onto campus at 6:15 to get good seats. But when we arrived, we found a line from the door of the student union winding past four classroom buildings. My companions waited in line as I entered the union from the back entrance, hoping to see someone I knew near the front of the line. The lobby outside the union ballroom was packed wall to wall and it was clear that even had I found someone, there would be no way to get to them.
 
        “Can you believe this?” I said to a police officer monitoring the crowd.
         She looked at me and shook her head.
        “How many people does the ballroom hold?” I asked her.
        “1,500, I think. But there’s probably 3,000 people out there.”

I took a spot on the grass on the quad outside just in case my wife and friend couldn’t get a seat. A screen had been setup outside where they’d stream Dr. West’s talk. By 7:15, my companions had joined me and a teeming crowd with one of the most diverse groups of people I’d ever seen. Black, white, brown, old, young, abled, disabled. Still, the majority of the crowd were college students, some with their laptops and notebooks out, and then it struck me. This large group of people I was sitting in the middle of hadn’t come to Sac State for a singer or band or actor or other kind of entertainer, they’d come here for an intellectual.

The crowd, the moment, felt crucial.
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When Dr. West appeared on the screen in his usual black “funeral” suit he said he wore because he was always prepared to die, the crowd cheered as though some heartthrob had emerged on stage. Beside me, a young black man held his girlfriend and said, “There he is.” Under the trees to my left, two women dressed in Native American garb hollered. A man in a wheelchair near the front clapped slowly. Many had their phones out, recording, wanting to capture every word.

The first thing Dr. West did was thank his mom, who, along with some of his other family, sat in the first row. For a talk about love, it was an important beginning. Dr. West, who had been raised in the Glen Elder neighborhood of South Sacramento, stated that he is who he is because his mom loved him. From there, using his rich voice and verbal mastery, Dr. West led the crowd on a trip meant to challenge the preconceptions we receive upon our American births. For black and other marginalized groups, one of these birthrights is that of despair. But he reminded us that he wasn’t asking us to participate in “sentimental perceptions of the world” that make us want to “evade disillusionment and despair,” but to actually live with despair, to embrace it, because through that we are led to moral awakening.

He continued to touch on the need for moral awakening throughout his hour-long speech. The main way to reach this awakening, he said, is through love.  “You have to muster the courage to love truth and love beauty and love goodness,” he reminded us. “We have a profound love deficit,” he continued. “It’s the only way we can account for the fact that we are the richest nation in the history of the world and yet 22% of our precious children no matter what color” and “44% of black children under six live in poverty.” This is a problem we can solve with love, he said.
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But how? First, by understanding that justice = love. If Wall Street execs can embezzle billions of dollars and not go to prison, but “let Jamaal get caught with a crack pipe or Juanita get caught with marijuana and off to jail” they go, then that’s not justice, and therefore, it’s also not love. If you consider yourself an American but refuse to engage honestly in public discourse about race, then you are not participating in justice and therefore, not participating in love. Second, by being prepared to die because of love. Not a literal death, of course, but if we love all other human beings, we must be willing to kill off those preconceptions we receive as Americans, preconceptions that say whites are better, that males are better, that straight people are better.

Dr. West acknowledges that these deaths take a lot of work. He says that in order to kill these parts of us, we need to develop a “catastrophic consciousness” that he correlates to the blues, where people are on “intimate terms with terror, trauma, stigma, catastrophe, calamity, and monstrosity” because these are “part and parcel of what I am.” In other words, we need to develop a consciousness that isn’t afraid to love.

As the speech ended, though the sky had darkened, through the streetlamp lights and parking lot lights and cell phone lights, I could see people of all genders and all races and all ages nodding and clapping and yelling that yes, we agree, these are problems that love can solve. We stood and looked at each other as though we’d all learned something about ourselves, as though we were committed to killing off the parts of ourselves that prevented us from loving truly, especially those different from us. My wife, our friend, and I walked back slowly to our car, and around us college students spoke vigorously about the talk, and I smiled because their voices sounded like hope, because their voices sounded like love.
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Out and About with FROM SAC (by Tess)

3/31/2016

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The month of February was filled with a few speaking engagements and I have to admit, speaking to people about writing (especially other writers) is a wonderful feeling.  I started out with the Sacramento Suburban Writers Club.  I spoke about publishing and the perspective of an editor.  The group was filled with a variety of experience levels, so I touched base on a few things that I thought would pertain to everyone. 

I discussed the importance of editing and reading the submission guidelines.  Nothing turns my inner editor off like receiving a submission with spelling and punctuation errors or seeing that the author didn’t pay attention to the submission guidelines.  These are simple things that will make or break whether we initially even look at your submission. 

Another big topic that sparked a discussion was whether or not to submit for free.  Here are my thoughts:  You have to start someone where.  If you want to be a writer because you want to be rich, good luck.  Let’s be real, the odds are not in your favor.  Sure, it is nice to get paid for your work.  You spend endless hours looking over each sentence.  You want to get recognized for your effort and time, but you have to have readers first.  And the way to get readers is to get your stuff out there for people to read.  In the beginning, I suggest submitting wherever, whenever you can.  Don’t worry about getting paid, worry about getting published.  Also, I would advise trying to find places to submit that do not have submission fees.  It can get a little pricey if you are submitting often.  Pick and choose wisely.  Remember, you will be rejected.  Hang those rejections like badges of honor.  Even if you don’t get published the first or twentieth time around, you did it.  You sat down and wrote something and sent it off for other eyes to see.  That is a feat in itself.

The last thing I’d like to highlight from this meeting is creating a media presence.  As we know, the internet is a powerful tool.  Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc. reach out to more people than we can imagine.  If you want to be read, want to be known, this is a powerful tool.  Create a blog or Facebook page or an Instagram or all three and tie them together.  The more people you can reach, the bigger the following you will have.  Even if this doesn’t generate a following in the beginning, it gives you a space to share your writing with others.  Start small.  Invite your family and friends to join you and ask them to share with others.  It’s easy and it’s free.

Check out the Sacramento Suburban Writers Club at:
http://www.sactowriters.org/speaker-at-the-february-meeting/


A few weeks later, I found myself at West Sac’s River City High School and spoke with a Creative Writing class.

I spoke with high school students about my book, Pieces, the creative writing process and answered their questions. They asked me some of the following questions:

 

1.         What is your writing philosophy?

2.         Where/how do you research for a story?

3.         What advice would you give to someone just starting out?

4.         Where do you get your inspiration from?

 

Who knew I would be stumped by high school students?  It was difficult to find a concise answer for these questions, but I did my best.  Here are my answers:

 

1.         Keep writing.  And reading.  A good writer continues the practice of writing always and forever.  You keep working your craft, reading other writers, learning new structures, taking away from others that are doing what you love and even learning from the things you don’t necessarily love.  No one lies when they say practice makes perfect.  And when I say perfect, I mean perfect in your own way (not some kind of standard set by someone else).

 

2.         If the topic is something technical, I read about it.  Go to the library.  Research online.  But most of what I write comes from living life.  People watching.  Interacting with others.  Thinking deeply about things and discussing them with friends.  My whole life is research for my writing.

 

3.         The same answer as number one.  Keep writing.  Practice, practice, practice.  And read as much as you can from all genres.  Find your own voice.

 

4.         Usually life experiences or my other interests.  For instance: fairytales.  I am fascinated by the narratives of fairytales and how they have lasted for so many years.  How they shape art and life.  This comes to play in my writing.  And nature.  I love being out and in nature.  A lot of my stories happen outside.  I don’t think about much.  It just happens as I write.  Everything I consume becomes a part of me and leaches out into my writing.

 

Those are my answers, what are your answers?

 

Of course, after I answered all of their questions, I gave them fliers for From Sac.  What better way to get their feet wet than to submit with us for the first time?    
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Meet the Editors for 2016

1/20/2016

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With the beginning of the new year, begins the newest submission season for From Sac. And this year couldn't be more excited about our theme for 2016: OUTSIDER. For the first time, From Sac will be accepting submissions from everyone!

We know it can be hard submitting blindly to a press, especially blindly to people. So let's meet the editors (who have not changed since very beginning) for the 2016 issue of From Sac:

Elison Alcovendaz (Editor)
Hi, my name is Elison.

I'm that friend who didn't really like Star Wars: A Force Awakens (but still owns a plastic lightsaber he uses when it’s pitch dark and he needs to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, only to stop in front of the mirror and have a ten second lightsaber battle with the darkness). I'm the guy who works in a cubicle 8-10 hours a day thinking about how important the invention of the paper clip was then comes home debating whether to go to the gym, watch Big Bang reruns, or eat ice cream (or watch Big Bang reruns and eat ice cream). I’m that guy who spends too much time: in fantasy sports land, scrolling through my Facebook feed, reading any random book I can get my hands on, and  looking up random pains on WebMD then spends the next two hours wondering if its lupus (it's not lupus, says House). I’m that dude who still uses the word dude, who thinks 90s Hip Hop is the best musical genre (Ja Rule, bruh), and thinks J.K. Rowling and Derrida are equally important authors (don’t get me started on deconstructing Harry’s scar).

My work has appeared in Gargoyle, The Portland Review, The Alarmist and a bunch of other beautiful literary magazines that you should buy after you purchase From Sac. I have a completed YA novel I’m shopping around and am working on a short story collection, a flash fiction collection, and five different novels (because I keep starting new ones… someone stop me!)

But enough about me. Let’s talk about you, the submitter. When I’m reading submissions, I’m either looking to be impressed – by your bravery, your intellctualism, your originality, your voice, etc. – or genuinely moved, whether to laughter, to tears, to anger, to something. In other words, be you and be the realest you you can be. Don’t try to be your college professor or Hemingway or Borges. Don’t try. Trying is for suckas. Like Yoda and Nike said, “Just do and just be.”

Tess Perez (Editor)

“I love writing my own bio,” said no one, ever.  Overall I am a light-hearted person.  Most things in life I find funny even the things that aren’t funny which cause me some issues.  I put serious artsy films and a great comedy on the same pedestal.  My habits in reading are a bit schizophrenic, all based on mood.  I’ll read several books at once and never finish any of them.  In the past I used to finish a book even if it felt like I was being run over by a car over and over and over…you get the point.  Life is too short to waste your time on anything that doesn’t bring you joy.  I don’t believe that just because somewhere, at some time a book was deemed a “classic” means that the book is actually good.  I got half way through Wurthering Heights and I wanted both Catherine and Heathcliff to die so I didn’t have to hear them whining any longer.  There are other books/authors I have similar feelings for, but I’ll omit those for fear of being stoned by my hardcore literary friends. 

There was a two-year stint where I taught Literature and Film and Composition.  Teaching comes easy to me.  I find comfort in being in front of a classroom full of students.  It is a job that allows you to keep learning, playing the role of the teacher and the student at the same time.  Teaching is also a hard profession to get into, at least at the college level.  I’d still be teaching if the school I taught for didn’t have to shut down.  But I haven’t lost hope.  The search continues.

In the meantime, I write and I edit.  You know you’re a nerd when…you get excited to edit another writer’s work.  Do you remember how Scroodge McDuck used to roll around in his pile of money?  That’s me when I have papers to edit.  You may be annoyed with the five pages of notes I’ll return back to you, but I guarantee that I will have spent time with your work and gave it my full attention.  Per the usual response of a writer, “I’m currently working on several short stories, blah, blah, blah.”  But no, really, I am working on two short stories at the moment, along with a project I hope turns out to be a novel and I am working on a collaborative project with another writer.  When you simplify it, writing is just playing with words.  Shaping them into something beautiful to share with others who will read them.  If I am not constantly playing, I might as well be…let’s not be so dramatic. 

Jon Alston (Executive Editor)
Here’s the thing: I hate talking about myself. Mostly because I have no idea what to say, but also because I’m incapable of distinguish between important facts and odd quirks that make people uncomfortable. Such as: I get this weird tingling sensation in my mouth whenever I hear ripping fabric; a very visceral rippling through my tongue and the lining of my mouth. I can’t explain why, I just do. My life is complicated like that, mostly with oddities that really don’t have a whole lot of correlation between each other. And yet, I press on.
 
A short summary: I like to create. Whether with words, paint, wood, wire, food, glass, metal; you name it, I want to try it. Using my hands is what makes me feel useful. It’s what makes me feel like I have a purpose.
 
On a whole, I’m a simple man. I want a (mini)house. I want a Malamute. I want to be a full time writer. I want to have a few acres so my family can enjoy nature and grow things and be productive, self-sufficient, members of our community. I don’t need to be rich. I don’t need to have the latest phone/car/toy/thing/whatever. Just simple stuff. Of course, life doesn’t work out like that often, and so for now I work retail full-time, teach university part-time, and write when I have the chance and the kids are asleep; and then when that’s done, From Sac. Most weeks are 60+ hours and are devoid of anything creative. Such is the life of a young family man.
 
Family is my life right now. And I love it. I won’t lie, it’s hard. Way harder than I thought. And frustrating. Two kids still in diapers—only 19 months apart—can be horrifying and wreak havoc on your soul. But that’s okay. We did it to our parents, now our children get to do it to us. Such is the cycle of the universe. When I’m not at work, I’m chasing the kids around from one mess to the other while their mother works tirelessly on homework and TA grading. We could not be busier. So of course we take on projects like quilts and paintings and photography sessions and across-states visits to friends and family.
 
That’s just one definition of what it means to be a writer.
 
Or artist.

To just live and be. And that living and being gives you fuel to create. Most of the time you are too tired to make something beautiful out of all the experience; but every once in a while, there is a moment when all is silent and your world stops, giving you that subtle break you need to capture the essence of what has been.
***New updated photos of everyone coming soon***
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Crazy Monkey Mind (by Jon)

10/29/2015

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Watch this video:


Often we writer's find ourselves sitting before that blank page, waiting for something to come, for that brief glimpse into Art--that unknowable space where beauty lies just out of reach, that place we yearn for in hopes of tasting the smallest morsel--but the black page stares back, void, hollow, relentless in its nothingness. And so we find ourselves slipping off the page and onto Facebook, Twitter, Instragram, Reddit, Pinterest, Youtube, etcetera etcetera etcetera. That Crazy Monkey Mind rips you away from your passion, your desire, your goal. We sit, falling down the rabbit hole into webspace (or any other time wasting ventures that produce nothing), saluting the Crazy Monkey Mind, spouting soliloquies to our master, affirming its power, "Yes sir, yes sir, you are in control, sir." Our minds, it often seems in the creative fields, control us.

I'm no meditator by any stretch of the imagination; I am also not in control of my mind, either. In order to be successful creators, we must first be successful controllers of the part of our bodies that is designed to create. Because it will do it's own creating without your saying so. And nothing will get done.

Become friends with your mind, and your writing will improve exponentially.
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Bad Habits and Discipline (by Tess) 

9/21/2015

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    Last November I deleted my Facebook account.  I did this for many reasons, one of them being distraction.  It had come to my attention that Facebook became a wasting of my time.  Instead of sleeping when I laid in bed I would spend an hour or two flipping through my feed, taking quizzes, watching videos, etc. and wake up in the morning feeling groggy and tired.  Checking my Facebook app became a habit.  Stand in line; check Facebook.  At lunch; check Facebook.  Sitting on the couch; check Facebook.  Get out of the shower; check Facebook.  You get the picture.  None of this enhanced or added to my life.  In fact, it took away from my life.  Instead of being productive, paying attention to my surroundings, getting sleep, engaging in and being present in social settings, I was allowing myself to be distracted by a screen.  Something needed to be done about this bad habit.    

     After deleting my account, it felt a bit like I had cut myself off from the world.  I was amazed at how Facebook created a sense belonging to a community.  After this dissipated, I came to enjoy the disconnection.  Gone were the days of distraction and procrastination.  My writing time increased.  I started reading more and participating in more creative endeavors.  I also spent some of this time contemplating my intentions in using Facebook.  The more time that passed, the less I felt like re-entering that world.  The one thing I did miss was the connection with my writing community.  I began exploring how I could re-enter the Facebook world for the purpose of staying connected to my writing community without becoming distracted again and wasting time.  Seven months after deleting my account and taking a well needed break, I created a new account; this time with different intentions. 

    In life I have come to believe the following to be true:  “Everything in moderation.”

     Instead of seeing Facebook as a distraction, I worked out a way to use it as a tool and create some balance and moderation for myself. These are a few things I contemplated and the ways I altered my Facebook page to work for me as a writer:

     1)         Figure out what you are passionate about.

Don’t just leave Facebook open to anything and everything.  Think about what you are passionate about and then move to number 2.

     2)         Follow people and pages that encompass your passions and tailor your news feed.

Everything you “like” on your page will tailor what you see on your feed.  If you “like” a friend’s posts that are constantly negative, then your feed will bring you negativity.  Be picky.  Don’t just “like” things for the sake of liking things.  Don’t “friend” someone or accept a “friend” request out of obligation.  You get to create your Facebook world.  Don’t invite others in who bring negativity.  Tailor your news feed to see only what you want to see.  Follow those who have similar passions, in my case I follow writers, friends that write, pages about writing, etc. 

     3)         Set aside time for Facebook instead of checking it whenever, wherever.

With access to Facebook on your phone, it is easy to get caught up in this compulsive action.  Checking Facebook can become a mindless act once the habit is created.  Set limits for yourself.  For example, you don’t need to check Facebook while sitting down to a meal, in the middle of a conversation or while at the register at the grocery store.  Be mindful of this.

     These three steps are what I used when re-entering the Facebook community and setting up my page.  My tailored personal intentions were made up of the following:   

              -Create a community of writer friends and other pages having to do with writing.

                -Like/follow pages that cater to my interests, such as backpacking, hiking, growing                                     things, etc.

                -Tailor my news feed to only “feed” me with information that will enhance my life                                     with knowledge, joy and positivity.

                -Limit my use of Facebook and constantly be aware of my intentions.

     So far I have created an informative Facebook page full of notifications from journals for submissions, local readings/writing events, updates on publications from writer friends, banter about writing, language, teaching, etc. and informative articles about all things having to with writing and outdoor topics.  To have so much information about writing in one place makes Facebook operate as a tool for my writing and with submission season in full effect, this is very helpful.

     Not everyone may need this kind of discipline, but for me it is so easy to get lost in the screen.  I no longer allow myself to take Facebook breaks when writing and just this tiny change has made all the difference in my productivity level.  Hopefully sharing this will help you think about the little distractions in your life that keep you from doing what you really love to do and help you create a change or two that will restore balance.  Especially for those who write, we all know that discipline and focus is the key to getting your words to reach an ending.       

 

 

 

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