Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Not Meant to Be

When I started this blog, I made myself a deal that I could blog about whatever was on my mind at that moment.

This was mainly intended to cut myself some slack and relieve some of the pressure that I imagined posting every day would create. After all, I have rules about my other writing: how much I need to write every day, what I can work on. All designed to keep me focused and moving forward. For the blog, while I keep a list of ideas for those days when my mind is blank, I thought it would be easier just to "let" myself write about whatever struck my fancy.

It's become a very different exercise over time. Several times, I've hesitated to write what was on my mind, because I thought it might annoy people or because it felt too intimate to throw out there. At those times, I reminded myself of my rule, which now had a double edge. Not only could I write whatever was on my mind, I should. It's been interesting, because those things I most hesitated to throw out there are the ones that people have commented on most. And usually not in a mean way.

My friend commented that this is like public journalling. And while I bridle at that idea, I think she has a point. Perhaps all personal essays are a form of public journalling. While I don't regard myself as an especially confessional person, it is important to me to explore life through writing. My head is the only one I get to be inside, so I am my own experimental subject. Subject A. All of my observations are terribly subjective and I have an "n" of one.

Alas.

A couple of readers have commented that lately I "sound" weary or stressed. My first reaction was to clean that up. Some of it is vanity, I suppose, wanting to present a good front. I also want this to be interesting and I suspect my angst isn't all that fascinating.

But I go back to the rule. Life isn't always about the perkitude.

Last night my dream prom date rejected me. I got The Email, which is the antipode of The Call. If it's true that the agents call only if they're interested, then it's equally true that, once they have your full manuscript and are deciding whether to represent you, they only email if it's a no.

It's a long an detailed email, full of really useful feedback and some less so. This is one of the hardest parts of the writing business, deciding which criticisms to take and when to stick to your own belief in what you're trying to do. It's easy to be too stubborn, to refuse to change in the face of good advice. You also run the risk of trying to be everything to everyone, following everyone else's direction until what you've written is, at best, no longer your own, and at worst, a muddled mess of nothing.

The wonderful author Cynthia Eden (who has a new book coming out that she's giving away, so I'm giving her a shameless plug here) gave me some good advice. She said she uses the rule of three: that if she gets the same criticism three times from different sources, she takes a hard look at it. This is maybe simple advice, but it comes at a good time for me.

I still have my other potential prom date, so we'll see how that goes. We'll see what her criticisms are, as she did indicate she had things for me to fix. Which is fine, if they'll really improve the book and if her plan is a good one.

The worst thing about not getting invited to the prom, is the fear that you'll never get to go. Which is, of course, a complete loss of perspective. There are other proms, other dances. Hell, you can put on a pretty dress and dance in your living room. Just because you thought something was coming together in a seredipitous way, that it might be meant to be, doesn't mean it is.

My friend, the writer Julianne Couch, says she doesn't believe in "meant to be." In the same breath she worried about a piece of carpet being unhappy, since it was uselessly stored in her garage. "You don't believe in fate, but you believe in the sentience of inanimate objects?" I asked her. She blinked at me and said "Yes, I just don't believe in the big animate carpet in the sky directing our lives."

I don't either. Carpet is carpet. I think it's fair to say it's "happiest" when its doing a carpet job. I write for much that same reason. And I'm reliably informed by writers who write for a living that I'm lucky that my salary is not connected to what I write; I have a freedom they don't have.

Today, Subject A will revisit her goals as a writer. Interesting that my heroine is always seeking to answer the same question: what do I really want?

So many things.

2 comments:

  1. Meh. Proms are over-rated, I always say. I didn't go to mine. Not sure what that says (except that I was pathetic and dateless, at the time?) LOL.

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  2. maybe that's the logical extension of the analogy? that even getting to go to the prom isn't necessarily all that?

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