The Website of Author & Editor Marina Budhos

Category: Uncategorized

India; Magnum Photographers; Henri Cartier-Bresson; Rubin Museum

Private Coaching vs. The Creative Writing Workshop—Knowing vs. Doing

Since I’ve begun working a writing coach and developmental editor it’s been fascinating to ponder the differences between teaching creative writing in a structured academic classroom versus working with private clients.

When I prepare a creative writing curriculum or syllabus, I roll out a series of exercises, where students hone in on a particular aspect of craft—be it point of view, or dialogue, or three-dimensional characters.  The beauty of this method is the lack of commitment.  The very fact that students can dash something off, without pressure, is a sneaky way to learn craft and also warm up their writing muscles.  These exercises are sketches, no different than what one might do in a drawing class, in preparation for a more elaborate canvas. Very often those small, inobtrusive exercises develop and grow into longer works that the students developed later on in the semester.  Over the years I’ve had many students whose story collections, novels, and essays germinated from these brief sketches.

But there can be a downside to this way of teaching.  Oftentimes, what students learn in the exercises doesn’t metabolize into the longer manuscript.  That is, students may master a particular aspect to fiction writing in their short piece—say, heightened emotion through indirect, significant details—but when they are setting down their scenes with the manuscript they’ve committed to, none of what they’ve learned is on display.  These craft lessons simply don’t carry over.

My colleagues in Rhet Comp used to speak of a phenomenon called “knowledge transfer” –apparently this is a whole field of research. Writing skills that are taught, say, in a freshman comp course don’t necessarily carry over into the next subject course where writing is required.  For instance, one can teach how to write a topic sentence in an argumentative essay, but when asked to write one for their history course, they don’t ‘transfer’ the skill or knowledge for their history paper.  It’s as if they’re starting all over again.

Now I don’t mean to shoehorn the associative, mysterious, creative alchemy of fiction and creative nonfiction into an academic, skills-based regimen.  But I do think that the exercise-based way of teaching craft does mean that isolated craft lessons can remain a bit abstract for a fledgling writer. Those short sprints don’t fully sink in.  They may understand an element of writing as a concept, but they don’t know how to activate it in a longer work.  I believe this has something to do with knowing versus doing.

What the private coaching environment allows me to do is show these same lessons organically—they emerge out of the manuscript in which the writer is already invested. Their invented world, their remembered experiences, are already alive and vivid in their minds.  So the teaching and learning process becomes very different. Our sessions become a kind of ‘real time’ lesson, a Deweyite ‘learning by doing’—a bit different than the exercises I would assign in an academic creative writing workshop.  A client will send me pages of a work-in-progress and I wind up creating a lesson on the spot—sometimes several lessons, since many elements of craft are embedded within the draft.

For clients who have taken many writing workshops or read a lot of craft books, these sessions then function as a kind of ‘Aha’ moment.  Yes, they’d heard about the concept of subtext in dialogue, but it isn’t until we drill down on the exchanges of characters they care about, that this starts to make sense. Yes, they’ve read about ‘significant detail’ but it isn’t until they are noticing how they haven’t activated all the juicy, telling bits of a world that is so clear to them, that the concept starts to click.  The beauty of this model is their engagement—they absorb these lessons more because we are discussing a story, a set of characters, a world, that they are already deeply invested in.

Now there’s one caveat: the difference between undergraduate and graduate, young adults and adults.  The exercise model that I designed worked very well for undergraduates, as they are learning to stand on shaky legs, like new foals starting to walk.  Yes, the same issues crop up—once they begin writing full on stories we lose some of the elements we’d focused on earlier.  But the method is worth it because these students are gaining in confidence to write more than a one or two-page exercise—they are starting to stride into the full-on arc of a narrative.  I find my young writers especially need prompts and short inspirational assignments, as they are daunted by continuing with a longer manuscript.  Short prompts, some of them done sequentially are the sneaky way of getting them to start building a full short story.

However, graduate students and coaching clients are adults, who often come with a burning fire for what they want to do or say. Maybe they’ve drafted a novel manuscript but stalled out,;or they’ve conceived of a series of short stories that are linked; or have a memoir about a particularly harrowing experience.  I find, then, that I’m teaching and editing all at once—helping them wrestle down their ideas, while also showing them the micro elements of craft that they don’t yet possess.  They are horses that have been running instinctively, often powerfully, but they don’t quite know how to move and pace themselves forward.

Thus, my own practice as a writing coach/developmental editor is a blend of teaching and editing.  My interest, as an editor, is to not only diagnose, as a good editor does, but to show the how of craft, as any good teacher does.

Any thoughts from those who have taken workshops versus worked one-on-one with a coach or developmental editor?

Henri Cartier-Bresson & India

2017 marks the 70th anniversary of the Magnum Photo Agency, founded by photography greats Robert Capa, Henri Cartier Bresson, David Seymour, George Rodger, William Vandervirt, and others right after World War II. Legend has it that Magnum was named after the magnum of champagne they drank to celebrate the agency, but with Capa one’s never sure. At the time, the photographers ‘divided’ up the world–Capa was somewhat ‘at large’ and Cartier-Bresson took Asia. The result is on display at the Rubin Museum in a rich show of his images of India at some truly key historic moments. Capa always told Cartier Bresson: “Stop calling yourself an artist. Say you’re a photojournalist.”

Surely these images reflect both: A fusion of exquisite sensitivity and composition, coupled with his keen sense of the historical moment: Henri Cartier-Bresson: India in Full Frame.

 

DACA, Dreamers

April 26, 2017

Two items caught my attention today: an undocumented Rutgers student, a Dreamer, asked by ICE to interview at their office and report about how much young undocumented immigrants contribute to the NJ economy–$66 million and it is estimated that they could contribute another $27 million if they could get on with their lives, continue to study and work.

DACA Student at Rutgers Interviewed by ICE Officials.

Report: NJ young immigrants pay $66 million in taxes

I actually believe many people are squeamish about defending undocumented immigrants.  It makes them uncomfortable.  Aren’t they criminals? Didn’t they break the law? Many Americans, in fact, may be uneasy with Trump’s demonization of immigrants, but might have trouble openly marching on their behalf.  Might they secretly wonder: It is too much, isn’t it? Could some of what he says be true? Are they ruining our economy? Taking over our cities, our towns? Aren’t they a drag on our resources?

I say this not because I believe these ideas, but because I believe we must bring out of hiding these shadow thoughts in ourselves.  And the only way to do so is to bring the cold, clear nuggets of facts, such as the ones above.  To hear these stories.  These are young people whom we have already invested in; young people who are already contributed; and who have so much more to offer.  Are we willing to lose that gorgeous hope and possibility?  Because of we shut ourselves to what they can be, we shut down what we can be as a nation.  I believe we are more capacious than this; that our republic, so different than others, has room and room again.  Let us not give into the shadows and fears; let us find a way.

 

On Re-reading Baldwin’s “Notes of a Native Son”

April 13th, 2017:

Last night I taught Baldwin (which the students loved) and the last lines kept resonating as I drove home: “It began to seem that one would have to hold in the mind forever two ideas which seemed to be in opposition. The first idea was acceptance, the acceptance, totally without rancor, of life as it is, and men as they are:in the light of this idea, it goes without saying that injustice is commonplace. But this did not mean that one could be complacent, for the second idea was of equal power: that one must never in one’s own life, accept these injustices as commonplace but must fight them with all one’s strength.”

And yet I must confess, that the phrase ‘without rancor’–which is so hard to do–might be also substituted ‘without grief.’ For even as I gained so much strength from Baldwin, I found myself suddenly crying at the latest headline regarding the withholding of Federal funds from Planned Parenthood. The outright cruelty of this move undid me. I was subsumed in grief–for the women whose lives will be affected, poor women, sick women, confused women, determined women. It was a stab to my gut, my own body, a shock.

I only hope in daylight I can muster up the two opposing ideas that Baldwin conjures up for us, his complex light through the tunnel, to see our way into the future.  But right now, my heart heavy, and it requires so much strength to rally forth.

Normality Elusive In Fraught Times–Muslim Teenagers after Orlando

An article in the NY Times today about how the Orlando killings are again snatching away a sense of normality for Muslim teens during Ramadan, a time that should be reflective and celebratory.

Last year, during Ramadan, I spent a lot of time wandering the streets of Queens and Brooklyn for my new novel Watched.  And what I was so struck by–and what is lost in these polarizing times where Islam is equated with frightening headlines–is the way in which Islam, observance, is part of the fabric of life, a rhythm for one’s days.  I watched families hurry to pick up last groceries, stroll and linger on streets before and after prayers,  crowd around tables under the pale wash of florescent restaurant light for the Iftar, the evening meal.  Little children cupped in father’s arms; a man and his wife, their robes blazing white in the dark, rushed off a bus, across a busy avenue.  By one tiny mosque, where the women prayed, jammed next to one another in a narrow basement, prayers voiced in through speakers, little children set off tiny bang-snaps outside, annoying the adults who also forgave them.  It was such a New York, a Brooklyn scene: how many children have been doing that for generations on borough pavements?

Take a look at the beautiful slide show that captures some of this.

Kolkata Return: The Heritage Site

Still jet-lagged and bleary from an over-three week trip to India, I did want to make mention of the inauguration of the heritage site at the Kidderpore Docks in Kolkata, honoring the over 1.5 million indentured workers who left India in the 19th and early 20th century.  This was the same place that a number of us visited 3 years ago, and since then, the project has blossomed into a full-fledged site and potential museum.  While I was unable to attend the actual ceremony, thanks to Gautam Chakraborty of the Kolkata Port Trust, I did take a small boat with my husband and boys, up the Hooghly.  We sat huddled under shawls, sipping cha, squinting out at the diminishing gray winter light, trying to imagine the monumental journey these emigrants took.  Not sure if my sons, in between squabbling, quite understood the import of our little voyage, but it was a start. Continue reading

Welcome to Crossing Over, the blog of author Marina Budhos.

Parkway PlanI grew up in Queens, NY, in Parkway Village, a community built for U.N. families, and a haven for international, mixed, and American families during the ferment  of civil rights and social change.  Over the years I’ve come to understand that this sense of crossing over, of mixture, permeates my way of seeing the world.  And it drives my writing too.  I am an adult author who crossed over into young adult; a  fiction writer who frequently crosses over into nonfiction; and a writer who loves to create worlds that capture these cultural complexities.

But I’m also leery of categories that can be too confining.  To me, that’s the very spirit of crossing over–resisting easy labels.  So, in its broadest sense, Crossing Over aims to capture what all writers do: we cross over into territory both familiar and unknown.

 

© 2026 Crossing Over

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑