On discontent

The other day a writer who had only a few short stories published confessed to me that he felt rather worthless. All this work and no novel. It had only been a few weeks since a writer who I aspire to be like confessed that she felt frustrated. All this work and still not selling like that worthless so-and-so. Then, just last week I complimented a writer on his amazing Amazon numbers. He said, really? But I’m not ranked in the 100s.

This post (slightly revised) first appeared here at Writing the World in March of 2009. I think it’s still relevant to the writing life, maybe even more than before.

The group funk

Extend this thread among hundreds of writers who these days are participating in a massive group funk. No, I’m not talking about envy or depression, although those are side effects. I’m talking about expectations and how they can ruin a writer’s day. And more, how these seemingly harmless thoughts can even end up driving us out of the profession. I’m working so hard . . . and this is all I get?

Practicing writers are especially susceptible to misery. There are several reasons for this.

  • Publishers and magazine editors are picky, so it’s hard to sell work. We all experience rejection, and sometimes heart breakingly.
  • Publishers are looking for sure wins, especially in this economic climate. You may not sell when and to whom you had hoped. When we do get our writing published, it may not reach the number of readers we had hoped because it is very hard to gain traction and visibility in the marketplace.
  • Beyond “hard” success in advances or sales, there are the “soft” amenities: the rave reviews, the award nominations/wins. These perks can elude you if your work does not strike a deep chord with reviewers or (in case of award nominations) you are not widely networked. Reviews and big awards may not effect “hard” success, but we covet them. But then, even when we get them, it isn’t enough. All this work . . . and now I’m nominated for the Nebs. Hooray! (Except I didn’t win . . .)

On unrealistic thinking.

We know that we’ve entered a tough industry. But oddly, we act like we we’ve forgotten. We give lip service to the conditions of our chosen profession—but secretly we expect more. In fact we’re proud of it. We’re reaching for the sky. We’re going to slog through until the big sale, the Hugo novel win, the sales over 50,000, the hardcover release, the breakout advance, the fabulous reviews, hell, perhaps even earning royalties.

I’m here to say that this reaching for the sky is getting us a fistful of nothing.

Worse, it’s causing us to feel slighted, disappointed, disgusted and anxious. When was the last time you felt one of these for a few weeks? Or all of them?

A different kind of success.

I propose a moratorium on unrealistic thinking. Let’s redefine success so that we enjoy what the writing life really has to offer: A growing power of self-expression. A mounting mastery of storytelling. The quiet surrender to words. The birth of a story, chapter, paragraph that has never seen the light of day until now. The off-hand comment of someone who read the piece and was moved by it. The society of fellow writers who value these same things.

I know, I know, we’ve all taken this vow before—to find happiness in the humble work of words. Lately, from my observations, it doesn’t seem to be working very well.

The new thinking.

That’s why I think that the secret is to forge new thought processes. If our experience of our lives and our days is composed of connections between neurons—and I think this is what brain scientists tell us—then we need to avoid creating strong connections along neuronic pathways that define us as failures. Or that define us as disappointed. Because this day-to-day disappointment saps confidence and teaches us to be envious and worried. And eventually, like so many writers we know, we give up. All this work . . . and still no (fill in the blank.)

You may not have received what you hoped for in that last piece of fiction. But, honestly, what did you get out of it? What growth, what satisfaction, what happiness lay in it? Tell your mind; remind your brain. Forge a new pathway, and tread along it every day for a few seconds. If you’re into mantras, write six new ones that can apply to the usual situations. If you can’t stand woo-woo, then just a gentle pulling away from negativity may do. A pulling away from unrealistic definitions of success.

Because even if we achieve (fill in the blank), the bar will rise. Remember the example of the beginner and the big writer with which I began this post? It seems to me that everyone I talk to lately is hoping for bigger and better things. That’s part of what caused the mortgage meltdown. Bigger and better is not necessarily a good thing. It may even make us profoundly unhappy.

I would love to be where my friend is at—the one who wishes she sold like that worthless so-and-so (a household name.) But of course when I get there, I still might not be satisfied. And from what I’m seeing out there, small (and large) dissatisfactions like these are creating well-worn paths of thwarted ambition, Grand Canyons of shady discontent in the mind.

So here’s my proposal. Let’s redefine our expectations. Let’s not reach for the sky. Let’s go for something more sustainable, less greedy. Smaller. And let’s practice wanting it.

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2 Responses

  1. I may say something stupid that you’ve already thought about but… why don’t you write books for writers like Larry Brooks?

    Your posts are great, and I’d happily pay some money to have a compitation of them in my Kindle.

    And thanks for last week’s recommendations. Thanks to you I found Guy Gavriel Kay a few years ago, and I love that writer (Stephen King’s is one of my favorites this year too).

  2. Kay says:

    Carlos, I may yet put together a book of these posts; it could be a fun self publishing project. But fiction is my profound obsession, and I am always trying to protect that time. Still, thanks for the prod!

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