I can’t afford Shouty LeBeef, nor do I want to pay him royalties, nor do I own running shoes named after a Greek goddess (Nike), so we’re just going to have to make do.
Let’s get down to brass tacks. When I frequented Twitter, I had several mutual followers, I followed them, they followed back, networking, all that jazz. One of them responded to a poll about what people used to write with and he said he used a pencil-pen.
Fair enough, I got what he meant, and said that I too used a propelling pencil. He thanked me for identifying it to him and we shared a little back and forth good humour, where I advised if anyone told him he was daft, I’ve been stumped too etc.
He then unfollowed me.
This taught me two things:
A ) I need to work on my tact (as I suffer from Wrong Time, Wrong Speed a little bit); and
B ) If you’re so upset by being told what implement you’re using, don’t be a writer.
I mean it. You can’t have a thin skin for this lark. If you think my tactlessness is enough to dent you that you don’t want to converse with me any longer, then God alone help you when the critics get going, or more immediately before that, rejection by agents/publishers (if you’re querying).
This isn’t the career for you if you can’t take being knocked back or down. I’ve been through that several times in my life, from physical and emotional bullies at school, some of whom were utterly wicked, to the professional bastards in the workplace, one of them so manipulative and absolutely f**king evil, my mental health was decimated and I nearly packed in my job.
I might have to lie on the ground for a bit sometimes, but in the end you have to get up and attack. (That might be just an Arron thing though).
And what about when people re-interpret your book and send you hate mail? What about crazies sending letters demanding you re-write your book because the characters they wanted to get together didn’t? (Like in Stephen King’s Misery – which I will wager good money was inspired from hate mail).
If you can’t take that, stop now and save yourself a breakdown or three. Over the past fifteen months, I’ve never worked so hard, nor have I experienced such a riot of mental and emotional battering.
By all means, pick up a pen/pencil (I got a twisty-propelling pencil as a gift recently and it’s fab!) or keyboard and explore your inner ruminations, get your creative juices flowing – after all, everyone has a book in them, but if you want to take this further and get your name on a shelf in houses you go into, be prepared to dig deep, because that’s what it will take.
It will take determination and perseverance, because you’re pushing a boulder that no-one might want, uphill to a place that might not like it, and you may not even get paid for your broken back (and some pleb will complain your boulder is in the way).
“So why do it?”
I ask myself that a lot. The only answer I have, is because I want to.
And if that’s not good enough, I should take my pencil and hide in a God-damned sofa fort and not come out.
Fortunately, it is. (As awesome as sofa forts are).
Have a great day Adventurers! 😀