Over the years, I have read many pitches and excerpts from
aspiring authors. Some were quite good,
amazing actually … while others left me feeling like I had taken a drink of
milk long past its expiration. After
reading those, I couldn’t help but question my own validity as a writer.
Reading really bad work from fellow writers fills me with
self-doubt. They are so proud of what
they’ve written, and I’m thinking “Well, bless your heart”, which is
southern-speak for “Oh my, that was dreadful” or “You poor thing”. Writers who asks other writers to critique
their work believes in their skills, myself included. We all believe it to be good and relevant and
that people will want to buy our work and rave about our latest novel to their friends. We all imagine that any agent who passes on this work will live to rue
the day they declined the opportunity to ride this gravy train to the top! Remember … Stephen King and Nicholas Sparks
were querying agents and racking up rejection letters at one point. You know the agents who threw their work into
the slushpile have to regret it.
For every good author out there writing long into the night
and seeking representation, there are many, many more who are truly awful, and
have no idea that when someone reads their work, they throw up a little in
their mouth. I have actually felt sorry
for the writers of some of the things I have read by fellow wanna-be’s.
Reading the work of a really bad writer leaves every
aspiring author wondering … am I that bad and I just don’t know it? Do people feel sorry for me when they see my
excitement, then read what can only be described as drivel … or pathetic … or
embarrassing?
I’m reminded of the American Idol auditions, where hopefuls
get up on stage and sing in a way that makes your teeth hurt and dogs
howl. They seem completely oblivious to
the fact that the judges are all making faces like someone just farted … or
outright laughing.
I follow several literary agent blogs. I literally laugh out loud at some of the
sample query letters some of them post, knowing (hoping!) none of mine become
blog fodder/entertainment.
I guess that’s what drives authors to seek
representation. We need the validation
of an industry professional. We need
someone with “credentials” to tell us “Wow, you’re really good!” Without
it, we can’t help but wonder if we’re delusional, that our writing is awful …
atrocious … but no one has the heart to tell us.
When I ask people to read my novels, I ask them to tell me
the truth. I tell them I want them to be
brutally honest … and I mean it. I don’t
want someone telling me what I want to hear just because the truth might hurt
my feelings. I realize my friends and
family are biased, but I do have one friend who has the courage to be honest
with me. Case in point … I once made a
comment that “I look pregnant in this dressed, don’t I?”, to which he replied “Yeah,
kinda!” I didn’t get mad … he was right
… I DID look kinda pregnant in that dress!
So when this friend tells me not to give up, I know he sees genuine
talent in my writing.
I have also asked acquaintances with specific areas of
expertise to help me edit … there is nothing like a teacher, red pen in hand, to
point out grammatical errors, typo’s, and inconsistencies!! Some I have asked to critique the dialogue
and plot ... is it realistic? Are those
feelings consistent with both the character and situation?
I know I’m on the right track when someone tells me they got
really mad (at me or the character) when “I allow” a character to hurt one of
the protagonists. That’s exactly what a
good writer is supposed to do … they are supposed to immerse you into the world
created in this book to the point you are protective of the characters … that
you get angry when they are hurt or betrayed … that you cry when they’re sad
and thrilled when they are victorious.
When someone can create a world that draws you in so tightly
that you feel the emotions of the protagonists … that’s the mark of a good
writer. You want … need … readers to be emotionally invested in your book … so when
someone tells me they choked up in the emotional parts of my books …
particularly men who don’t read romance novels and never cry … I feel like I’ve
just won an Academy Award!
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