Some of you might know that I'm the Managing Editor at Cider Press Review. We put out an online
journal, a "best of" print edition, and two or three books a year,
almost all of which come through the two contests we run annually. The Cider
Press Book Award is independently judged—Caron Andregg and I (and occasionally
one or two of the other editors) read through all of the manuscripts that come
in, gradually narrow down the field, and send a selection of finalists to a
judge who makes the final decision. The Editors Prize follows much the same
process, with the exception that Caron and I decide which book to publish.
We've received some fantastic manuscripts, and every time we come down to the
final cut, be it choosing a pack of finalists or choosing which manuscript
we'll publish next, we have to let other excellent manuscripts go.
If you don't know any of this, I'll forgive you. My own
parents didn't know, and now that they're retired, it's basically their job to
go around bragging about me when I'm out of earshot.
My time on the editorial staff at CPR has taught me surprising things about being a poet. First of
all, I don't think it's possible to read that much poetry—and good poetry at
that—without developing one's own craft. Reading both the full-length
manuscripts and the individual poems submitted for the journal force me not
just to consider but often to express—and clearly—the qualities I value in a
poem. Sometimes, it's easy to make cuts: a poet hasn't honed the craft enough
or is sending out work before it's ready; a poet can't be bothered to read the
guidelines; a writer—and this lack of basic give-a-shittedness amazes me every
time—submits fiction or creative non-fiction to our all-poetry journal; a poem
is strong but in a style or mode that I don't appreciate (in which case I pass
it along to Caron, who makes the call—it helps that she and I often have
different aesthetics); a poem is, for whatever reason, simply not the right fit
for us.
Other times, it's more difficult. If a poem loses me as a
reader, where does it happen, and why? I care about both clarity and mystery,
and that can be a delicate balance, like climbing a cliff—if there isn't enough
on the page to give me a handhold, I'm going to fall; if there's too much on
the page, I'm going to get bored and jump just so I have something to do. Like
this hypothetical cliff-climbing, I'm happy to work, as long as it's not work
the poet should have done for me. I'm happy to be trusted as a reader, but that
trust is not a one-way proposition: I also need to trust the poet as a writer.
For example, if a poem is written in sentences—that is, if it generally
conforms to the rules of English rather than taking liberties for artistic
effect—I'm going to care about grammar. I want my poets to know the difference
between lie and lay, between lightning and lightening (an error I didn't
realize was so common until the year I spent editing a long-gone journal called
The Lightning Bell), between every
day and everyday. Can I overlook one if the poem is great? Yes, but I'm going
to ask the poets to change it in print, and I can probably tell myself it's a
typo even though I know deep in my liver that it's not. Can I overlook more
than one? Odds aren't good, my friends. Not good at all.
I want surprise. I want a new take on the world. I want to
be moved. I want to feel something—almost anything besides irritation or ennui
will do. I want to keep reading. I want to be compelled to read a single poem
again, to read the next poem in the manuscript, to read the manuscript again.
And let's be honest—I end up reading the winning manuscript over and over again
during the editorial process. I want a manuscript that I'll love just as much,
if not more, when it goes to print as I did when I opened the file (or the
envelope containing the hard copy) the first time. These qualities are
difficult to itemize. What, exactly, goes into making a surprise? And how does
a poet strike the balance between "surprise" and "gotcha—look
how clever I am"? How does one poem about a mother dying in a hospital
leave me bored and another leave me moved?
More than anything else, I've come to believe that it's a
matter of deliberateness. I want every move a poet makes to feel deliberate (for
that matter, I want every writer to
feel deliberate as well, which pulls a lot of "but the plot is so
good!" fiction off the market for me. Ugh. Sorry, Dan Brown). I know this
is a fallacy—poetry is an art, and the creation real art often involves
accidents. So there's a deliberate quality to the poet's choices—to make a
sonnet that conforms to the traditional rules of a sonnet, say, or one that
breaks the rules and still resonates within the form; to break the conventions
of grammar; to arrange a manuscript in a certain way; to encourage or force me
to leap with the poet if I want to keep my footing (man, do I love when that
happens well). But poets also need a deliberate quality to their accidents—the
accidents need to feel intentional
once the final poem or manuscript is on the page. If you've ever heard
Faulkner's advice that you must kill all your darlings, I suspect this is what
he was talking about: the beautiful lines that don't fit, the places where we
fall in love with the sound of our own voice, the image that maybe sparked a
poem but no longer feels essential. These places often begin as accidents. The
deliberation comes in when we decide whether that accident fits in a way that
will help us illuminate the poem in revision, in a way that strengthens the
poem.
And here's where we come to the
this-shouldn't-matter-but-it-does-it-really-really-does section of this
particular post: your entire submission
should feel deliberate.
Look. We all make mistakes. We address a cover letter to the
wrong person or reference the wrong publication. We think we've attached the
poems as requested but forgot to double-check and have to send an
oh-my-goodness-I'm-sorry-I'm-such-an-idiot email with the poems attached (hint:
attach the poems first, poets. Always add the attachment before you compose the email). We send simultaneous submissions to
publications that don't accept them. That sort of thing happens, and, unless
the editor is a total douchebag, it's generally all right. Avoid it if you can,
because you want to be the kind of poet who makes an editor's life easier, not
more difficult. But if you pay careful attention to your submissions in
general, the very occasional error, handled professionally, will slide right
by.
Submissions to the most recent CPR Book Award recently closed, and Caron and I have been reading a
lot of manuscripts. Hundreds. And I've realized in recent days how grateful I
am to the poets who pay attention to the things I list below. Please note that
violating these tips won't—usually—get a manuscript pulled from consideration.
But following them might help it rise a little closer to the top. Editors are
generally doing this work out of love—I don't pull a paycheck from CPR, and neither do the vast majority of
editors out there. We're doing this work because we love it. When poets follow
this advice, I generally don't notice. But I do notice when they ignore it. So here is what I do, when sending
out my own manuscript, to try to be the kind of poet editors want to work with:
·
I proofread the manuscript, and then I proofread
it again. Then I send it to someone else (or multiple someones else) to
proofread. And then I proofread it again, often by reading it out loud. And
something will probably still slip by, but I will have caught the others. The
result? A manuscript that looks—say it with me now—deliberate instead of
half-assed, one where the typo is clearly a typo because the rest of the
manuscript is so carefully assembled. One that the editors know they won't have
to do a lot of fiddly work with should they accept it. If you're not good with
grammar, ask a grammatically inclined friend to read it before you send it out.
If you miss your own typos, send it to someone who won't.
·
I follow the guidelines. If a press wants two—or
three, or fifty—cover pages, that's what I send them. If the editors want the
cover page with my identifying information clipped to the manuscript, I clip
it. If they want it separate from the manuscript, I don’t clip it. I read the
guidelines as I assemble my submission, and then I read them again. Most
publishers fall into two categories: ones who read blind and ones who don't. I
keep two versions of my manuscript on file. One is anonymous and has no
identifying information. The other has two cover sheets, one with my name and
contact information and one with just the title of the book. It's not rocket
science—the editors have reasons for asking what they ask, so just follow their
guidelines. It's also the first impression you make with an editor. Follow.
The. Guidelines.
·
I follow the editors' preferences. This is
slightly different from the advice about guidelines, above. A preference often
isn't presented as clearly as a guideline. If they accept both online and
mailed submissions, but state a preference—in any way—for one or the other,
that's the way I go. One publisher might suggest that online submissions save
postage and trees. Another might charge a higher fee for online submissions, to
cover the cost of printing and/or the submissions management software. One
might state outright that they're old-school, or that they read the submissions
in hard copy, gathered around a table. Another might begrudgingly include a
mailing address. Whatever they seem to (or clearly) prefer, that's what I go
with. Remember: it's about making their lives easier.
·
I include full contact information. We recently
received a manuscript—via post—that didn't include a full return address
anywhere on it. Not on the envelope, not on the manuscript itself, not on the
check. There was no state or zip code listed, no email, and the phone number
didn't include an area code. If you're submitting online and the guidelines
request an anonymous manuscript, upload an anonymous manuscript—the submission
manager software will keep everything straight, can be set so that your
personal information isn't visible to the readers (at CPR, our submissions manager puts the word "blind" in the
author field for us), and then can be reset so that the personal information
reappears. If you're submitting a hard copy, make sure your contact information
appears somewhere.
·
I don't wait until the last day of the
submission period. Editors are often trying to keep ahead of the pile of
submissions—by sending in my manuscript a couple of weeks early (or earlier
than that, if time and budget allow), I'm giving them a chance to read my
manuscript at their leisure, rather than as one of a sometimes overwhelmingly
huge stack of manuscripts. Yes, it means a longer wait for a response. But
think a minute. What reader would you rather have: one who needs to get on to
the next manuscript and the next and the next (and who has quite possibly
already read several before getting to yours) or one who's relaxed, maybe
sipping a cup of coffee, who's feeling good about herself because she's able to
get some work done ahead of the onslaught? That's what I thought.
·
I pay the reading fee, if there is one. Small
presses function on their reading fees, because so many poets are more
interested in getting published than in actually reading poems (which…um…think
about it. If you aren't reading poems, who the hell do you think will want to
read yours?). Fees pay for printing, and for shipping copies of the winning
book to all the entrants, and for getting the winning book out to reviewers,
award committees, and such. Fees do not—and I can personally assure you of
this—buy the editors fancy cars. Or, usually, lunch. If you have every
intention of paying the fee, but just don't have the time to do it now, stop.
You don't have time to submit. Don't make an editor hunt you down for a reading
fee. You're taking up time that could be better spent reading your poems.
·
I buy a book, if I can. If the reading fee
covers my choice of a book, I choose one. If a contest comes with two versions
of a reading fee—a slightly lower one that's just for the contest and a higher
one that includes the (often discounted) price of a book, I choose the higher one
and get a book. This won't make me more popular, or make my manuscript receive
better consideration. It just makes me a better poet because I'll be reading
more. And THAT will make me more popular, and make my next manuscript receive
better consideration.
·
I learned how to format a table of contents. And
I'm now a wizard. If you're a friend of mine, I'll format your TOC for free. It
will take me 10 minutes, and you will be able to alter it at will. I learned
this valuable skill in an expensive and time-consuming way and it will require
seven years of your life to perfect, like becoming a surgeon or a top-level
athlete. Oh, wait. None of that is true. I just googled "make a table of
contents in Word" and learned how to do it. It looks a thousand times more
professional. And yes, the twits at Microsoft change how it works every few
years (this is, for the record, the third time I've become a wizard at
formatting a TOC because it's never the same process, so when you do your
googling, you might want to include which version of the software you're using).
And yes, the tool is really not designed for poetry manuscripts. Get over it.
·
I trust the reader (in this case, the editorial
staff). I recently read a manuscript that included footnotes explaining everything. I don't want to get into
specifics, so I'm going to make up an example that is really not too far off.
If my hypothetical manuscript contains several references to my visits to
Italy, I might include a note that explains that a title of one of my poems is
taken from a museum card describing the Laocoon of Rome (it's a sculpture—just
work with me here). I will most emphatically not include a note explaining that
lasagna is an Italian dish that layers pasta with any number of other
ingredients, often—but not always—including meat, cheese, or vegetables and
some kind of sauce. I especially won't do so if the poem allows a reader to
understand the definition of that word through context. Don't be that guy,
poets. Just don't. I know you think I'm exaggerating for effect here. I assure
you I am not.
·
I'm polite. Thank
you for your time and consideration takes about 2 seconds to type into the
"comments" field of a submission manager. When I received word that
my new manuscript was short-listed at the first publisher it went to (yay,
me!), I sent an email back, thanking them for letting me know and thanking them
again for their time and consideration. Again, this won't take my manuscript
any further in the competition (and I'll know in the next couple of weeks whether
it's made it into the top 6 and, therefore, is going to the judge, so go ahead
and cross those fingers for me), but it makes me a better poet citizen. Should
my manuscript get chosen somewhere, the editors will already know what kind of
a poet I'll be to work with. I'll be the kind of poet who wants to make their
lives easier (where have we heard this before?) and as a result, I'll feel
confident in standing my ground should we disagree about some aspect of the
book.
Here's what it really boils down to: turning this manuscript
into a book is not about me. Writing the poems? That can be about me. Arranging
them? Sure (although I have advice for that, too, I'm going to save it for
another post because this one is already far too long and there's also a
plethora of advice—often contradictory—about arranging manuscripts out there on
the internet). Making decisions about the final content and quality of the
book, should it get that far? Absolutely. But before I can get to that last
step, some wise editor needs to agree to publish the manuscript. Someone needs
to see what I see in it or, with luck, see more
than I see in it. And in that sense, turning the manuscript into a book is
about the editor, not the poet. Be a good poet, yes. Be the best damn poet you
can muster. But also, be a good prospect. Will it make the difference between
getting your book published or not? Probably not. But can it help get you to
the top of the slush pile? Absolutely.
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