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I happened to catch a bit of commentary on the radio tonight from, of all people, rocker Alice Cooper, who is actually a smart and witty guy. He got to talking seriously about the travails of aspiring musical artists, and summarized with the view that luck is extremely important to success. His line was that there are a lot of guitarists, drummers, singers, etc., playing in clubs and bars, who are better than many hugely popular artists, but just haven't found the right combination of place, timing and people. And that there was nothing to be done except to keep on keepin' on, basically.
Sensible advice, it seems. Of course, that means you can keep on keepin' on forever, and never get anywhere. Vincent Van Gogh craved an audience, never got one. He sold exactly one of his paintings in his lifetime, that to a sister of a friend largely as a charitable gesture, and cut off an ear before committing suicide at age 37.
Yet there seems to me to be a significant difference between a performing musician, even a visual artist like Van Gogh, and a writer. The performing musician can just about always find an audience, however small and intimate. There is feedback, validation. No performing artist just sits at home and plays an instrument or sings, and is satisfied with that self-indulgence. An audience is desired, required.
Somehow the writer is supposed to be satisfied without an audience, at least on the basis of common comments here and elsewhere. So what about “luck”? We don't lack for commentary here about how “luck” doesn't exist, or doesn't matter, or even if it does, it shouldn't, people should be happy with what they do, without worrying about finding an external audience, usually from those who have succeeded in finding that audience. The most pejorative word of all is “validation”. We should feel “validated” at just finishing thing X or thing Y, and not let the opinion of others about it matter.
Somehow the idea that “luck” is a determinant in success or failure in achieving publication for one's work is about the most depressing thing imaginable. Isn't there greater clarity in understanding that the responsibility of achieving publication for a given work rests on the work itself, and not on some semi-random confluence of “timing” or sunspots or phases of moon or positions of planets?
I prefer to believe that the outcome of things like submissions of written work is dependent on the work submitted, not on randomness. But I'm never sure. So what exactly is the function of “luck” in the writing world?
And what do you do if "luck" never shows up for work?
caw
Sensible advice, it seems. Of course, that means you can keep on keepin' on forever, and never get anywhere. Vincent Van Gogh craved an audience, never got one. He sold exactly one of his paintings in his lifetime, that to a sister of a friend largely as a charitable gesture, and cut off an ear before committing suicide at age 37.
Yet there seems to me to be a significant difference between a performing musician, even a visual artist like Van Gogh, and a writer. The performing musician can just about always find an audience, however small and intimate. There is feedback, validation. No performing artist just sits at home and plays an instrument or sings, and is satisfied with that self-indulgence. An audience is desired, required.
Somehow the writer is supposed to be satisfied without an audience, at least on the basis of common comments here and elsewhere. So what about “luck”? We don't lack for commentary here about how “luck” doesn't exist, or doesn't matter, or even if it does, it shouldn't, people should be happy with what they do, without worrying about finding an external audience, usually from those who have succeeded in finding that audience. The most pejorative word of all is “validation”. We should feel “validated” at just finishing thing X or thing Y, and not let the opinion of others about it matter.
Somehow the idea that “luck” is a determinant in success or failure in achieving publication for one's work is about the most depressing thing imaginable. Isn't there greater clarity in understanding that the responsibility of achieving publication for a given work rests on the work itself, and not on some semi-random confluence of “timing” or sunspots or phases of moon or positions of planets?
I prefer to believe that the outcome of things like submissions of written work is dependent on the work submitted, not on randomness. But I'm never sure. So what exactly is the function of “luck” in the writing world?
And what do you do if "luck" never shows up for work?
caw