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Hey peeps. HELP!!
(Was hoping that someone, somewhere has either had this issue, or has read something like a solution and can point me in the right direction for the right advice - or failing that, create a new solution yet to be discovered).
I've tried to give up writing for a good year now. I'm losing, but neither am I able to write again. Done a lot of soul searching, and come up with a pretty exact definition of the problem I'm having.
I can't not care anymore.
To explain: I wrote 2 novels. Took a while (they were both 250K plus, and not great).....and man did I feel good afterwards. I then edited the less abysmal one; 75K fluttered to the floor. OK....still needed work to get it to quality. Whilst I was reediting it I threw my query onto a feedback session held by an agent.....and she requested. Brilliant, right? So I stalled for time, made sure the first 50 pages were crisp, then replied.
She passed, but no biggie; to be honest it wasn't good enough anyway. Problem is, somewhere in that process, I really started to give a damn about getting it good.....and everything slowed. To a halt. I decided this was because it wasn't good enough, so I was pushing sentences around and not feeling like I was improving anything. Each page was taking me hours, then I'd check tomorrow and make more corrections. Perfectionism was creeping in.
No problem, Nanowrimo cures all.....blitzed out 30K in the first fortnight. But then the contagion of perfectionism infected my writing, not just my editing. I slowed. Stopped. Stalled at 38K, thinking I was doing it all wrong and dwelling too much dialogue, or action, or prose, or my foreshadowing was incoherent, or....well you all know that feeling I'm sure.
I gave myself a break....6 months. started back up and for a bit, 12K, it went ok.....then the brakes went on again. Fine - I just need feedback! Joined a small writing group and their praise was glowing, brilliant. But guess what - critiquing caught the same bug. I was so thorough in my explanation and so desperate to make sure I wasn't misunderstood - well I was taking a 1500 words sample and writing 2000 words of critique on it. I barely had any energy left to fight the writing demons....In the end I pulled the plug on the whole lot.
Sometimes who you are is as much a barrier as a lack of skills. I assumed I was just so plagued by self-doubt, so miswired upstairs, I just wasn’t cut out for it. I couldn’t do it right and I didn’t know why…..I mean seriously. I’ve just written all this bullshit justification to make sure there is no doubt, at all, that my current situation will be misunderstood. Is that healthy?
Then today I watched Brandon Sanderson giving his online lectures. He’s pretty much where I’m aiming for – same genres, similar writing styles, same sort of intents for what we want to do. Anyway he hauled up a first page from one of his class to do a quick critique. He read out the first paragraph, and paused, and his advice was……….nothing. “Hey it’s pretty fine as it is. This is the sort of quality my first drafts are.” (paraphrasing).
WHAT!!!! No, no, no…..that’s wrong! Adverb there, overly wordy there, unnecessary information; and so on. How could he say it’s OK? It’s not perfect godammit. And then it sort of all slipped into place. The student had written it for the class, knowing probably that this wasn’t going to be anything but practise. He knew this weren’t necessarily going to be paced well, or fixable in the edits, or even original. I was almost definitely not going to sell.
He didn’t care. All he cared about was writing it, so it existed. Beyond that – meh. Deal with it later, and if not, start again.
I realised this is the opposite of what I do. After that initial burst I start to see it take form and I soooo want it to be good. To be right. In terms of technique I know I’m maybe 80% of the way there, but all of a sudden I’m thinking that I’ve learned something new, or spotted a flaw. Hell what happens if the writing’s great but the plot tanks? The whole thing is a waste. Would I be better to bin it and start again on a better plot, with better characters.
On top of that I don’t have the self-confidence to say “You know what. That plot IS good enough.” Because I can see the path of the writer who’s always good, but not good enough, and I don’t want to be them. I lack the ability to measure. I also lack the ability to function in writing groups. I lack friends who write. I lack a way to gauge if this is the one, and the self belief to finish it anyway and risk wasting the time better spent starting anew.
Anyways – A common story I’m sure….but serious – how in the name of Zeus’s butthole do you just write without caring that it may never be published? I could do that when I started out, but I didn’t care about publication, only finishing. Now I can’t get that back. And I can’t stop opening the third finished document and staring at it, wishing I could put something down without being terrified I’m making it worse.
Anything you’ve come across that can help with that??
(Was hoping that someone, somewhere has either had this issue, or has read something like a solution and can point me in the right direction for the right advice - or failing that, create a new solution yet to be discovered).
I've tried to give up writing for a good year now. I'm losing, but neither am I able to write again. Done a lot of soul searching, and come up with a pretty exact definition of the problem I'm having.
I can't not care anymore.
To explain: I wrote 2 novels. Took a while (they were both 250K plus, and not great).....and man did I feel good afterwards. I then edited the less abysmal one; 75K fluttered to the floor. OK....still needed work to get it to quality. Whilst I was reediting it I threw my query onto a feedback session held by an agent.....and she requested. Brilliant, right? So I stalled for time, made sure the first 50 pages were crisp, then replied.
She passed, but no biggie; to be honest it wasn't good enough anyway. Problem is, somewhere in that process, I really started to give a damn about getting it good.....and everything slowed. To a halt. I decided this was because it wasn't good enough, so I was pushing sentences around and not feeling like I was improving anything. Each page was taking me hours, then I'd check tomorrow and make more corrections. Perfectionism was creeping in.
No problem, Nanowrimo cures all.....blitzed out 30K in the first fortnight. But then the contagion of perfectionism infected my writing, not just my editing. I slowed. Stopped. Stalled at 38K, thinking I was doing it all wrong and dwelling too much dialogue, or action, or prose, or my foreshadowing was incoherent, or....well you all know that feeling I'm sure.
I gave myself a break....6 months. started back up and for a bit, 12K, it went ok.....then the brakes went on again. Fine - I just need feedback! Joined a small writing group and their praise was glowing, brilliant. But guess what - critiquing caught the same bug. I was so thorough in my explanation and so desperate to make sure I wasn't misunderstood - well I was taking a 1500 words sample and writing 2000 words of critique on it. I barely had any energy left to fight the writing demons....In the end I pulled the plug on the whole lot.
Sometimes who you are is as much a barrier as a lack of skills. I assumed I was just so plagued by self-doubt, so miswired upstairs, I just wasn’t cut out for it. I couldn’t do it right and I didn’t know why…..I mean seriously. I’ve just written all this bullshit justification to make sure there is no doubt, at all, that my current situation will be misunderstood. Is that healthy?
Then today I watched Brandon Sanderson giving his online lectures. He’s pretty much where I’m aiming for – same genres, similar writing styles, same sort of intents for what we want to do. Anyway he hauled up a first page from one of his class to do a quick critique. He read out the first paragraph, and paused, and his advice was……….nothing. “Hey it’s pretty fine as it is. This is the sort of quality my first drafts are.” (paraphrasing).
WHAT!!!! No, no, no…..that’s wrong! Adverb there, overly wordy there, unnecessary information; and so on. How could he say it’s OK? It’s not perfect godammit. And then it sort of all slipped into place. The student had written it for the class, knowing probably that this wasn’t going to be anything but practise. He knew this weren’t necessarily going to be paced well, or fixable in the edits, or even original. I was almost definitely not going to sell.
He didn’t care. All he cared about was writing it, so it existed. Beyond that – meh. Deal with it later, and if not, start again.
I realised this is the opposite of what I do. After that initial burst I start to see it take form and I soooo want it to be good. To be right. In terms of technique I know I’m maybe 80% of the way there, but all of a sudden I’m thinking that I’ve learned something new, or spotted a flaw. Hell what happens if the writing’s great but the plot tanks? The whole thing is a waste. Would I be better to bin it and start again on a better plot, with better characters.
On top of that I don’t have the self-confidence to say “You know what. That plot IS good enough.” Because I can see the path of the writer who’s always good, but not good enough, and I don’t want to be them. I lack the ability to measure. I also lack the ability to function in writing groups. I lack friends who write. I lack a way to gauge if this is the one, and the self belief to finish it anyway and risk wasting the time better spent starting anew.
Anyways – A common story I’m sure….but serious – how in the name of Zeus’s butthole do you just write without caring that it may never be published? I could do that when I started out, but I didn’t care about publication, only finishing. Now I can’t get that back. And I can’t stop opening the third finished document and staring at it, wishing I could put something down without being terrified I’m making it worse.
Anything you’ve come across that can help with that??