“Jen Michalski’s second novel is an intense emotional commitment, but a worthwhile one.” – Ploughshares
“Jen is an astonishingly sensitive writer.” – HTML Giant
“Jen Michalski excels in subtlety that is made possible by her nuanced understanding of voice.” – The Rumpus
“Jen is a writerly heavyweight.” – Nate Brown, American Short Fiction
“We’re lucky to have Michalski before the rest of the world discovers her. But they will.” – Baltimore City Paper
I'm so close to finishing the first draft of my next novel. It's taken almost a year, but I've got 65,000 words that aren't in terrible shape. I know I need to set it aside for a bit before I dive back in. What interested me most, scanning through it last night, was the metatext of my life that ran through the pages. I remember writing page 66 and the ten pages before it on a Sunday night in November, the football game on. Pages 213-219 were written sitting in bed on a Friday night, the first 40 pages written during 3-day span of my residency in Georgia, and some were written the week before my beloved Boston terrier, Shirley, passed away, in early October, and the novel became the last thing on my mind for many weeks.
When I read other people's work, I sometimes think about the subtext. Did the writer go through a terrible divorce, the loss of a child, at the time of writing? Do strange choices of diction offer any clues? Is there a subconscious energy on the page directing the author places they would have not gone, had their own internal circumstances been different? How often has the novel outline we began with ended up somewhere else completely, and how much of that tangent was the influence of our other life, our "real" life, happening off the page?
If I have the patience next time, I'm going to keep a novel journal while I write. Not the normal novel journal, with plot points, research, and character sketches, but more of less a memoir of my life. Perhaps then my own novel will be peeled open to me, its motivations, my demons, in a way I could have never imagined. Writing is therapy, they say.