Posts Tagged ‘writing life’

Swimming in words

I’ve been reflecting on Denvention and feeling weird about the Hugos, as I seem to every year. This competition and the general race to success in our field reminds me how much stress is a part of jumping into this fray. Margaret Hoelzer, the Beijing Olympics silver-medalist for the 200 meter backstoke, seemed to have similar things on her mind yesterday. She’s had ups and downs in her career, the Seattle Times reported, but she’s found a balancing ground in her attitude.

“I never really race for a medal. I usually just race for my personal best. This sport can be grinding. The competition, the expectations can chew you up . . . . All the joy that you into the pool in the beginning can be replaced by a sense of dread, a gnawing doubt about where all of this is taking you.” Read More…

Mondo Cane

It’s a dog’s life, sometimes, you know? Writing, I mean.

What keeps us at it? Ambition, I guess. Love. An idiotic addiction to storytelling. Actually, I haven’t figured this out yet. There are a bunch of reasons not to write, certainly: It’s tough to get published; it’s tough to stay published. Then: bad reviews, novels that won’t catch fire, the doldrums where nothing much gets done, watching drek sell like crazy. Getting  a bad back from too much hunching over keyboards. Getting asked constantly when someone is going to make a move out of one of your stories. But stop me before I get depressed.

We who are driven to write get plenty out the amazing experience of plumbing our own depths for the hidden story. It’s just that the game is tough. Read More…

A *Star* from Publishers Weekly

Yikes, a Starred review from Publishers Weekly for Bright of the Sky. I knew the review was coming… somehow they get word to your publisher, but sneakily say nothing about whether the story is a groaner, so-so, or that it’s going to get serious love.

In such situations you sigh, remind yourself of how little, in the cosmic sense, reviews mean, how much fun you had writing the piece of shit (unless it is a work of art), and how you are certainly too seasoned to get worked up over One Person’s Opinion. Thus armed, you allocate to the situation a few 3:00 a.m. wakings (“How could they say something so cruel?”) and then go on with the current writing.

But they loved it!  Here it is: Read More…