As my Facebook timeline picture shows, what do novelists, authors, writers do anyway, just write? That doesn’t sound so hard. Well, It IS. It’s much harder than anyone can imaginw, which is why most people who start off wanting to become writers end up giving up after their first hundred pages.
You have to have a purpose and motivation to continue all the way through a first “draft,” and then edit, re-edit, and edit again, if need be, until it’s perfect. THEN, you have to “shop” it around, accept the injury of constant rejection, and continue with tenacity and an iron-clad will just to keep submitting, shamefully.
Of course, I could self-publish, but there aren’t many qualifications for that, just an irresponsible doling out of cash to some fly-by-night who calls her or himself an “editor” and gluts the market with lots of books with lots of errors in them….(sorry self-published authors, that doesn’t include those of you who actually edit your work).
It’s not child’s play, I can guarantee you that. Most of us writers have to make a living while working on it, on top of the blood, sweat, and tears we put into our writing. And this does not mention the physical agony with which a writer contends.
Personally, there are a lot of things that go on while I write, such as anxiety (over where the next meal or money will be coming from), coasting on rollers, emotionally (over where my characters are heading, and how my readers might not understand what I am trying to make them understand), and then there is the frustration–ahhh, the frustration! (with constant distractions, like taking out the dogs, feeding the pets, taking a bath, eating, dealing with family members that just don’t understand why I’m crying while typing, or laughing out loud like a loon…). Yet, there is something a writer must admit and accept like every other career-minded human being: I don’t do it for the money; I do it for love.
I love to write; it’s imbred in my DNA; it’s what I MUST do.
I heard a last interview on video of Joan Rivers, I understood what I do, and why I love it.
Joan Rivers, one of my favorite comedians (who just passed away, and made me cry just leaving the planet!) She said her “business of comedy was a calling,” and she said that as tears streamed down her face. Well, that’s exactly how I feel. I wasn’t a jabber-mouthed, intellectual kid at 9 years old of my own making; I was born for the call: to write. It is here, I ask: but who cares about writing? EVERYONE. We may not think about it, but we MUST find out what is going on, and the best way is to read, (or watch tv, in which case, a WRITER has scripted the stupid shows, or whatever! STILL, there is the writing element to it).
We constantly read what others have to say about everything. We read stories to make sense of the world, and identify with other human beings, so we don’t feel so alone. This “WORD-Making” is–believe me–a calling. And it’s MY calling. I haven’t yet made much from writing, in the way of monetary means, but I will continue somehow, I will continue writing no matter what!
Every now and then I read my own stories, and get chills, or cry, or laugh….that tells me, I’m pretty good. I hope I get to leave this world like Joan Rivers did, believing I did my job, and answered the calling of what I was meant to be and do, and what I’m here for on this earth. Just think about it for a moment: that woman could not make a remark without being funny, and she was quick! She was a gem in the memory of my mind of jewels, right there with all the writers of my childhood…
Until my next jabber, have a great life, and listen for YOUR call. I invite you to chat with me, and tell me what YOU do, and how you knew it was what you were meant to do, and who you were meant to be.