TheTableist
I'm sure I'm not the first person to post what I am about to post, although perhaps I'll be the most newbish about it. I'm also sure I'm not the first person to think what I am currently thinking, although perhaps I'm overstating it. I do tend toward the dramatic.
Nevertheless, I have to ask if what I think I have learned about professional writing is accurate. Not because I believe I deserve or am owed success, not even because I believe I am especially talented. Never having had an objective review of my writing, I have no idea if I am even remotely publishable.
Every night, I sit down at my computer and convince myself that I am working on a novel. I've been working on various projects all my life I suppose, but this one in particular for nearly 8 years. I write thousands of words and believe that they are chapters. I write dozens of chapters and believe they are part of a book. Until the last few weeks, my illusion was flawless. "I'm a writer" I would tell myself, and I'd take another sip of coffee and consider it a sufficient excuse for staying up late enough that my work performance suffered.
I've never submitted my work anywhere. No short stories, no poetry, no articles. I've had very little education, especially with regard to writing, grammar, language, and literature, as is no doubt already abundantly evident to anyone still reading. I write like what I am: an amateur.
Still, I thought it was possible that someday I could get somewhere, maybe get something published. Maybe with enough revision, maybe with enough scrutiny, I'd put out something someone would want to read. That belief was the cornerstone of my illusion.
I've spent the last few weeks really researching what it takes to be a professional writer. I've never done so before. I know, I'm probably the kind of writer that people here dread to see. I'm a totally uniformed rank amateur, coming to you with my hand out, begging for a scrap of sage advice to set me on the right path. Just one more way in which I'm ordinary.
To be blunt, as I hope you will be, my question is simple: Should I quit?
I know I can learn the grammar, the punctuation, the technical aspects. I write code for a living and have learned nearly a dozen programming languages without any formal instruction. Given the time and information, I'm sure I could master proper, functional writing. I know I'm creative, the other half of my job is as a designer and artist. I even think I have some decent story ideas. The only part that I don't have any real insight into is whether or not I'm any good. I don't know if my stories are interesting or engaging, if people like them or hate. I just don't know.
My problem is that I've come to believe that I might never find out if I'm any good. It seems to me that someone can go their entire life trying to be a professional writer without ever finding out if they are wasting their time.
Here is a list of the things that I think I have learned. If this list is inaccurate, please let me know.
1) Getting published is like winning the lottery. The odds against having a novel published are so monumental as to be virtually insurmountable. People still get published, sure, but people win the lottery too; doesn't mean I'm going to spend my savings buying lottery tickets. Conclusion: give up now.
2) Even if lightning strikes and you manage to get published, you will remain dirt poor. If you want your children to have a little more than macaroni figurines to open on Christmas morning, you'd better find a different career. Conclusion: give up now.
3) At least half of the so-called resources available to writers online and in print are actually just scams that feed on 'wanna-be syndrome'. You've got to choose between a lifetime of failure and being completely ripped-off. Conclusion: give up now.
4) Everything has been done. No matter how original you think your story is, the first Amazon.com reviewer would cry 'Hack!' and let slip the dogs of criticism. Moreover, he'd likely be correct. Someone, somewhere, already wrote and published your plot. Conclusion: give up now.
5) Even if, by some miracle, you have a good, original and well-written manuscript, no one will care. As discussed above, the odds of someone actually reading it are nearly infinitesimal. What's more, if they do read it, they will care first and foremost about whether or not there is a market for it. Being an uniformed nobody, you have virtually no chance of 'striking while the iron is hot'. Have a mathematician figure out what the odds are against you hitting the publisher lottery with a book that they actually read, actually like, AND is marketable. Conclusion: get out while you still can.
Am I wrong? I'm sorry if I come off like some kind of whiny and ignorant jerk, but the last two weeks have been, I think anyway, an eye-opener. Where once there was an idealistic if naive amateur who believed that it was possible to be a writer, there is now a crushed programmer, admittedly deep in a mid-life crisis, who has stumbled across a bleak and depressing vision of professional writing. Is there hope out there? Is that hope worth pursuing for a husband and father with no college degree?
I guess I want to know if the lottery is a more productive use of my time. I know it may seem I've thrown artistic desires and self-expression out the window but I haven't. I can write for myself and my friends and family if my greatest hope is merely to express my thoughts. There is a real business of writing out there, and I want to know if getting into that business is as horrible and unlikely as I've been led to believe. Is it really that bad?
Nevertheless, I have to ask if what I think I have learned about professional writing is accurate. Not because I believe I deserve or am owed success, not even because I believe I am especially talented. Never having had an objective review of my writing, I have no idea if I am even remotely publishable.
Every night, I sit down at my computer and convince myself that I am working on a novel. I've been working on various projects all my life I suppose, but this one in particular for nearly 8 years. I write thousands of words and believe that they are chapters. I write dozens of chapters and believe they are part of a book. Until the last few weeks, my illusion was flawless. "I'm a writer" I would tell myself, and I'd take another sip of coffee and consider it a sufficient excuse for staying up late enough that my work performance suffered.
I've never submitted my work anywhere. No short stories, no poetry, no articles. I've had very little education, especially with regard to writing, grammar, language, and literature, as is no doubt already abundantly evident to anyone still reading. I write like what I am: an amateur.
Still, I thought it was possible that someday I could get somewhere, maybe get something published. Maybe with enough revision, maybe with enough scrutiny, I'd put out something someone would want to read. That belief was the cornerstone of my illusion.
I've spent the last few weeks really researching what it takes to be a professional writer. I've never done so before. I know, I'm probably the kind of writer that people here dread to see. I'm a totally uniformed rank amateur, coming to you with my hand out, begging for a scrap of sage advice to set me on the right path. Just one more way in which I'm ordinary.
To be blunt, as I hope you will be, my question is simple: Should I quit?
I know I can learn the grammar, the punctuation, the technical aspects. I write code for a living and have learned nearly a dozen programming languages without any formal instruction. Given the time and information, I'm sure I could master proper, functional writing. I know I'm creative, the other half of my job is as a designer and artist. I even think I have some decent story ideas. The only part that I don't have any real insight into is whether or not I'm any good. I don't know if my stories are interesting or engaging, if people like them or hate. I just don't know.
My problem is that I've come to believe that I might never find out if I'm any good. It seems to me that someone can go their entire life trying to be a professional writer without ever finding out if they are wasting their time.
Here is a list of the things that I think I have learned. If this list is inaccurate, please let me know.
1) Getting published is like winning the lottery. The odds against having a novel published are so monumental as to be virtually insurmountable. People still get published, sure, but people win the lottery too; doesn't mean I'm going to spend my savings buying lottery tickets. Conclusion: give up now.
2) Even if lightning strikes and you manage to get published, you will remain dirt poor. If you want your children to have a little more than macaroni figurines to open on Christmas morning, you'd better find a different career. Conclusion: give up now.
3) At least half of the so-called resources available to writers online and in print are actually just scams that feed on 'wanna-be syndrome'. You've got to choose between a lifetime of failure and being completely ripped-off. Conclusion: give up now.
4) Everything has been done. No matter how original you think your story is, the first Amazon.com reviewer would cry 'Hack!' and let slip the dogs of criticism. Moreover, he'd likely be correct. Someone, somewhere, already wrote and published your plot. Conclusion: give up now.
5) Even if, by some miracle, you have a good, original and well-written manuscript, no one will care. As discussed above, the odds of someone actually reading it are nearly infinitesimal. What's more, if they do read it, they will care first and foremost about whether or not there is a market for it. Being an uniformed nobody, you have virtually no chance of 'striking while the iron is hot'. Have a mathematician figure out what the odds are against you hitting the publisher lottery with a book that they actually read, actually like, AND is marketable. Conclusion: get out while you still can.
Am I wrong? I'm sorry if I come off like some kind of whiny and ignorant jerk, but the last two weeks have been, I think anyway, an eye-opener. Where once there was an idealistic if naive amateur who believed that it was possible to be a writer, there is now a crushed programmer, admittedly deep in a mid-life crisis, who has stumbled across a bleak and depressing vision of professional writing. Is there hope out there? Is that hope worth pursuing for a husband and father with no college degree?
I guess I want to know if the lottery is a more productive use of my time. I know it may seem I've thrown artistic desires and self-expression out the window but I haven't. I can write for myself and my friends and family if my greatest hope is merely to express my thoughts. There is a real business of writing out there, and I want to know if getting into that business is as horrible and unlikely as I've been led to believe. Is it really that bad?