Where’s the Motivation?

I think, sometimes, that I’m a bit nuts.

I had decided to submit a short story to The First Line and they had a deadline of February 1st.  While I had written the story and only needed to do the very, very last fine-tuning, I still couldn’t help but wonder what it is about writers–such as myself–who put themselves under the gun this way.

It’s almost like being back in college, except that you assign yourself your own work…with the very slim chance that there’ll be any reward (besides the obvious:  WOOT! I wrote a story! ).

I read a profile of a businesswoman yesterday, and the one thing that stood out for me was this: when asked what her secret to success was, she said, “Never, ever, ever give up! Never give up! NEVER!”  It impacted me because a writer really needs a great deal of self-motivation to keep going.  You have to have that “don’t give up” mantra going in your head.  It’s so easy to let it (the writing) fall away, ease up…dwindle to nothing.

So, if you are writer, and you are tired or downtrodden or discouraged or uninspired or struggling–I’ll be your cheerleader today: Never Give Up.

Unfocused.

I think there can be some benefit to being unfocused in my writing.  I am currently working on two short stories (one being for the First Lines contest…see below).  I am also working on a poem.  I have been alternating between these three pieces, going away from them–coming back to them.  While I normally would find this difficult in that it would be too messy, I’m rather enjoying the variations.

It’s fun to be undisciplined in my writing.  I am actually working on being a bit more reckless…taking less time to craft a single sentence, so that I can just get a story out on paper.  I can always go back to do the wordsmithing.

Focus. Hocus pocus.

I challenge you.

So, I’m writing a short story to enter in the The First Line.  This is a print publication that provides you the “first line” of a short story, and you go from there.  Make it anywhere between 300 and 3,000 words. Entries are due on February 1, 2007.  The first line?  It is:

In Pigwell, time is not measured by days or weeks but by the number of eighteen wheelers that drive past my house.

All kinds of images come to mind.  For more information, go here:   http://www.thefirstline.com/index.htm

Go to it.

Accepted.

A short story I wrote was recently accepted for publication.  The publisher even said, “I think you should be very happy because you just got by my toughest editor!”

Suffice it to say that I am over-the-moon.

There is something gratifying about having a stranger, someone who works in the business, tell you that your work is good.  So good, in fact, that they want to publish it so others can experience it.  That feels good.

A fellow writer I know recently pointed out that when writers submit their work, they are engaging in a veritable quest for acceptance.  She reminded me that the word “submission“–as in “sending in a submission to see if they want it”–is telling.  We submit to someone else, bowing at their feet in the hopes they’ll take our work seriously and find it fit for publication.  When we’re denied, it can feel personal (it isn’t, but it feels that way).  When our work is accepted, we feel accepted.  It is personal.  It’s personal in that you feel it in your bones, the success, the drive to continue on and keep writing.  It feels personal because we make it so.

Conclusion: be inconsistent, philosophically.  If rejected, chalk it up to experience and say “it’s not personal.”  If accepted, chalk it up to a big ol’ boost to the ego. Personally speaking.

Novel thoughts.

Last night I attended my writing group, and was blown away by the material that was presented by the other writers .  Something funny happened, though: instead of feeling down and out about not being “as good as”–I felt exhilerated and recharged by the fact that these “ordinary” folk are just walking around town like normal citizens, but they are actually…NOVELISTS.  Real novelists (or they will be as soon as the manuscripts are done).

It’s wonderful to be in a live community of writers.  It’s inspiring, demanding…it brings writing into your life in a way that simply wordsmithing just can’t do.

I love blogging and the online readers here…thanks for visiting.  But, if you are serious about writing, I suggest you find a face-to-face group of people to share with.  It adds to your experience in a unique and meaningful way.  You share in real-time, and the gratification is real-time…and lingers on.

Rejection dejection.

So I submitted a short story to somewhere around 10 different publications…rejected by all. It’s really disheartening.

There are a lot of really excellent writers out in the world, and it’s too bad that there’s such competition for space. What a joy if there was room enough in the magazines and publications for everyone to showcase their work. Sort of begs the question…are there enough readers out there for large amounts of good work to be published? It’s an issue of supply and demand, I think, and in the end, there may not be enough demand. Anyway, that’s my rationalization for being declined.

I think in some ways it’s hardest to get a rejection that states, “You are such a great writer, blah blah blah, however we only have X amount of pages and so have to make some hard decisions. Good luck with placing your work!” Ugh.

So, January is halfway through, and my New Year’s goal of publishing a short is still not realized. I’m kidding. I’ve got 11 and a half months to go…wish me luck.

The Gift.

I’ve always sort of fancied that I have “The Gift” for writing.

Maybe not.

I realized when looking at a few of my recent stories that I rely sometimes too much on cliche, that sometimes the piece doesn’t hang together, that I run off half-cocked on a story that needs a lot of tightening. I don’t plot out my writing before I start, so sometimes I get to the middle, or worse, the end and think, “now what?”

I’ve scoffed at those who buy books on how to write or who have signed up for lectures on how to sell a book. Hey, you either have it or you don’t, right? You can either do the work naturally, or you shouldn’t be doing it at all. But I’m starting to wonder. Can reading about writing actually make you a better writer? Can you learn to be good?

We shall see. Yesterday I ordered a book, called Plot & Structure, that focuses on, duh…plot and structure. It was a hard pill to swallow.

See what I mean? A hard pill to swallow! Forgive the cliche.

What voice?

I have two distinct voices when it comes to writing, and they are at odds with one another.

Voice One is melancholy, somber, contemplative. I write in this voice typically when I’m working on a piece in the 1st person. Voice Two is much more fun…breezy…almost a part of the “Chick Lit” chorus. Voice Two feels more comfortable when I’m writing in 3rd person.

It’s a minor struggle for me to choose which voice best tells the story I am wanting to tell, which of these voices would appeal most to a reader…and which voice I can sustain through the whole piece. Moreover, I worry a bit about being authentic. I’d hate for someone to read something of mine one day and think, “Wait a minute here. She used to be funny! What’s with the gloomy gus routine?!”

What’s better? To pick a voice and stick with it, or to be flexible and use differing tones for different pieces? Not sure yet, but I’m working on it.

Hmmm, how to sign off on this post:

“My goodness, I apologize,” I murmured, frowning. “I must go. But know that I am thinking of you.” —> voice 1

or

“Okey dokey, artichokey!” she cried merrily, waving her hand. “Catch you later.” –> voice 2

Do you wear short shorts?

I just read a great piece on how to get published, and I thought I’d share it with any of you out there who are, like me, hoping that 2007 is the Year of the Finished Novel.

Essentially, the plan is to write lots of short stories (between 1,000-8,000 words) and even more “short shorts” (between 500-1,000 words).  You submit these, get them published–if you are really lucky, maybe you even get paid something.  Then, when you are looking for an agent for THE NOVEL, you have a list of places where you’ve been published.

(Evidently, blogging isn’t enough.  Huh.  Blogging isn’t enough.  I’ve got to remember that.)

So, Goal # 3 for the New Year: put together a portfolio of two good shorts, and 3 good short shorts.

Yeah, but can you go the distance?

So you can write…you can write beautiful words that wrap the reader in some kind of memory, or make the reader imagine something new.

You can craft language that can make someone weep…or laugh aloud. Or reread the words, or cut them out and put them up.

You can write. But can you do it for a sustained amount of time?

I can’t, not really. I can write the odd wonderful paragraph. I can compose a short story that *might* be Great. But, what I really want is to be a novelist, and that is a different animal altogether. It’s the long-distance run that I am wanting to finish; the sprints are, in the end, no longer satisfying.

New Year’s Resolution #2: Finish the novel, for Crikey’s sake.