Thought for the week: If you do everything you’re told, will you win a prize in the end?
Reading the writers magazines and listening to industry guru’s the word is you need to build a platform to succeed as a writer in today’s marketplace. This is a terrifying prospect to those of us who are technologically challenged. And what if you prefer a little anonymity and are not driven by ego or insecurity and refuse to measure your worth by your number of Facebook friends? Is self-publishing the only alternative?
I was dragged kicking and screaming into the age of technology, having written my college papers on one of those giant word processors using word-perfect. If you are under the age of 30, now you are wrinkling up your nose and thinking, huh?
The papers disappeared into that blasted machine, often lost by my incompetence and haste in writing assignments the night before their due date, still, I cursed the computer for eating my work.
It took me years to get an ATM card, trusting my a passbook savings, something I had control over. Again-huh? Was anyone else convinced the machine would give their money to the next customer or that the funds would disappear altogether?
Am I alone in a preference to receive letters and cards in the mail, you know, tangible paper objects that you hold in your hand? Does anyone still get butterflies finding odd-shaped envelopes among the bills and solicitations in the mailbox, the kind that give paper cuts, as a remembrance or enjoy examining handwriting and noting what it reveals about the writer?
The modern wonder E-mail, doubled my workload; I hand wrote messages before typing them on the computer screen, then, deleted and re-wrote them, repeatedly, just because it was possible to do so.
A few years ago, an acquaintance publicly mocked me for not having a Facebook account, as if I were some Dinosaur who slipped out of the muck and landed accidentally in the modern age.
Joining Facebook happened out of sheer laziness; living in Europe, it was too difficult to keep up with everyone back in the States via e-mail and nearly impossible to share pictures of places visited. It took awhile to get the concept of whole thing. Why would anyone care what I am doing? Once, I deleted half of my “friends” because they were not writing to me regularly. Until I realized, I wasn’t writing to them either.
So hearing that success means you need to build a platform, I know I wrinkled my nose and went, huh? To what end? To jump off?
Surely, some of us could get around this somehow. What of those of us longing for the old style of publishing, sifting through the one thousand-page, onion-skin, “Writers Market” handbook in search of publishing houses, Sending full manuscripts in the mail along with a SASE. Go ahead, say it-huh?
Born too late, I could have been a Pilgrim or at least a Settler’s wife, writing about my hardship with a quill pen. Using a wooden churn to make butter. Incidentally, I made butter with my class once in elementary school following a field trip to Plymouth Rock. Please do not say huh?
Launching an Author Website, I literally held my breath while pushing the publish button. It felt just like diving off a large cliff into the open mouth of the sea. The choice of background photo clearly was not accidental. Funny how the unconscious mind is so much smarter than the conscious one.
Can you call yourself an Author if you have yet to publish any Novels? Will anyone know you exist if you don’t?
Amazingly, friends rallied around and it feels safe having an intimate audience of 39 fans. I have to marvel at people with over one million. How do they keep up with everyone? Does having that many fans make them feel comforted or naked and exposed?
Writing a blog is supposedly part of platform building. Again, I wondered why anyone should care. What do you say? How do you come up with something interesting to write about week after week or unimaginably, day after day?
Posting once a week, about the behind the scenes struggle of writing and the effort involved in mounting the hurdles of the changing Publishing world seemed a good way to start. It might help make someone else’s journey a little easier somehow. It is also a sort of social experiment, to see if following all of this sage advice will work out or not.
It’s easy writing to an intimate group of nine blogger followers and silent readers, without risking too much. I’m blessed garnering any interest at all. It’s interesting reading followers blogs to see what they have to say. There are some great writers in cyberspace, blogging, because they like writing and will do it gratis, even for a small audience. It makes sense now, this alternate form of social network for support and sharing of ideas.
Of contests, let me preface this by stating my intent in this blog is to help not hinder and I have mixed feelings on this subject. Coming to terms with who wins and why frustrates me. Not hearing feedback annoys me. Am I spending too much time trying to win and need to step back and ask myself why? To what end? Is it just a competitive thing?
People have launched writing careers by doing these things, but doesn’t that mean its time for the next great thing?
Does winning a contest validate a writer? Or does it mean selling out as a writer to appease the masses or a panel of judges? Is this winning or losing? Is it possible contests only benefit the magazines or sites that run them? After all, if they cared about good writing they could drop entry fees. Struggling writers are poor; do they consider this? Or am I just “Bitter Pants, party of one,” as my friend L would say, because I have yet to win?
Well, if you read this entire, long-winded post, then I am already winning!
Thanks for reading and keep writing!
Yet to come: The Benefits of Insomnia; My First Writers Conference; Query Letter Hell; Are You an Artist or a Craftsman?; Where’s The Reality Show For Writers?; Thinking on a Different Plane; What Compels Me To Write? & Why Trying Too Hard Fails