Deep South v.3. n.1. (Autumn 1997)
This issue of Deep South is the first for 1997 and marks the triumphant
entrance into the third year of publication. As with many new
literary magazines, Deep South has been plagued by problems of
funding and owes its survival to the determination and sheer hard
work of voluntary workers who believe in the value of providing
a means by which post-graduate academic and creative writers may
publish their work.
As well as a celebration of survival however, the launching of
this particular edition also marks other positive aspects. After
the initial difficulties of funding Deep South is now assured
of future finance since it has become a part of the University
of Otago's English Departmental post graduate programme. And
as well as dealing with the practical challenges of finance, Deep
South has also managed the even more important coup of recognition
since it has been awarded within the top five per cent of web sites
by Lycos. This particular
issue continues by offering the variety
of submissions which has made the magazine so effectively unique:
there are a range of academic articles, creative writing,
translations of French poetry and an excerpt from a Russian
novel. .
I am particularly happy to write the editorial for a magazine
which has struggled to provide an outlet for academic and creative
material since this year I have been awarded the Burns Fellowship,
an award which gives a writer the financial freedom to write for
a year. In the past my writing time has been quick flurries
of activity during holidays or between work requirements and so
having the luxury of time and a sunny office to write in is a
gift. Many writers speak of the challenge of daily filling the
blank page. Another pressing problem, although hardly of a profound
or creative nature, is that of the bank statement. Most writers
have to work at other jobs which is why awards such as the Burns
are so valuable.
At the same time, when I first entered the office labelled, Paddy
Richardson, Burns Fellow I must admit to a momentary panic. I
write because I love to use words, to play with and create through
words and because I like to write stories. That seemed rather
too commonplace, not nearly erudite enough for my new lofty position.
However I am always comforted by my favourite words from Chekhov
who said : 'I have been reproached for writing about trifles.
I haven't acquired a political, philosophical outlook on life.
I keep changing it every month, and I therefore have to confine
myself to descriptions of how my characters love, get married,
beget children and talk and die'. And that is what I like to
write : stories about the people I see around me and try to understand.
Ordinary people in ordinary situations. Except that nobody is
ordinary.
At present I am writing some new and editing some old stories,
hopefully for a collection. After that I will take some time
away from Dunedin to do some research and then begin a novel,
my main project for the year.
Anne Sexton was once asked in an interview about her emotional
response while writing and her answer was that, 'it's a beautiful
feeling, even if its hard work. When I'm writing I know I'm
doing the thing I was born for'. I believe that is why I love
writing and why I write. It is an isolated occupation and it
is hard work which is often unrewarded and the challenge of facing
the blank page can be painfully daunting. But there is also
that feeling of elated rightness when the writing is going well
and the words are skimming easily and beautifully across the page.
Another question Sexton was asked at the same interview was what
a creative writing teacher should aim to give beginning writers
and her answer was courage. And I believe that courage is essential
to the writing process, in the sheer hard work, in grappling with
filling the blank page, in the exposure of publication. But tempering
that is the joy of the process and the thrill of publication.
And so I would like to thank and congratulate those involved in
Deep South for their courageous perseverance in fostering the
voices of new writers.
Copyright (c) 1997 by Paddy Richardson
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