I'm a firm believer in denial. My reasoning is, why deal with unpleasantness today when you might get hit by a truck tomorrow?
And if you procrastinate long enough, maybe the problem will go away. Unfortunately the problem will not go away. The problem is I have left it until now – deadline day – to update this blog. But given that I'm rarely stuck for something to say, even that's not a real problem. No, the real problem here is the voices – the ones telling me what I've written so far is rubbish.
Which in itself is rubbish. One of the things I was thinking of writing about was the importance of meeting deadlines if one is to progress as a writer. But I don't need to now. I've made my point. Deadlines focus the mind. I've turned up at the page and two paragraphs in, I know exactly what it is I'm going to write about and frankly my dear voices, I don't give a damn what you think, I have something to say and I'm going to say it.
Although that's not quite true. At this point I'm still teasing it all out on paper. It won't be until I've written a first draft, hacked it to pieces, and begun a fresh one, that I'll be certain.
And if you procrastinate long enough, maybe the problem will go away. Unfortunately the problem will not go away. The problem is I have left it until now – deadline day – to update this blog. But given that I'm rarely stuck for something to say, even that's not a real problem. No, the real problem here is the voices – the ones telling me what I've written so far is rubbish.
Which in itself is rubbish. One of the things I was thinking of writing about was the importance of meeting deadlines if one is to progress as a writer. But I don't need to now. I've made my point. Deadlines focus the mind. I've turned up at the page and two paragraphs in, I know exactly what it is I'm going to write about and frankly my dear voices, I don't give a damn what you think, I have something to say and I'm going to say it.
Although that's not quite true. At this point I'm still teasing it all out on paper. It won't be until I've written a first draft, hacked it to pieces, and begun a fresh one, that I'll be certain.
Meanwhile, the voices of doubt will continue their nagging. "Rubbish," they'll chorus. "Who are you to lecture anyone on writing? We know your dirty little secret Caren Kennedy, if indeed that's your real name. We know, for example, that you're a big fat failure."
"Rubbish to you," I'll reply. "So what if my book deal belly flopped? I'm in good company there. Lots of people hit the deck first time out of the traps. Big whoop-dee-doo." And so it goes.
From experience, I know that as long as I keep writing the voices of doubt will eventually give way to the voices of reason. Unfortunately, in this case, the voices of doubt have a point and it's a significant one which can't be ignored. I've never blogged before. In fact, I've never published anything without going through an editor first. My initial posting here was a re-write of an essay already published. I didn't think twice about using it. Why would I? It's a good essay. One I worked long and hard on.
Although that's not quite true. Cobbling together 970-words cannot, by any stretch of the imagination, be described as hard work. What was hard was deflecting the rejections – three in total – over two years before it was picked up. And the reason it took so long is the same reason that's been holding me back from updating this blog. Fear of failure when trying something new. Back then I was as new to writing as I am to blogging and this time there's no editor to give prior approval.
Ho-hum. What to do? Keep writing, of course. What else can I do? I have a deadline to meet. But first, I'm going to pause and read Robert Heinlein's Five Rules of Writing:
"Rubbish to you," I'll reply. "So what if my book deal belly flopped? I'm in good company there. Lots of people hit the deck first time out of the traps. Big whoop-dee-doo." And so it goes.
From experience, I know that as long as I keep writing the voices of doubt will eventually give way to the voices of reason. Unfortunately, in this case, the voices of doubt have a point and it's a significant one which can't be ignored. I've never blogged before. In fact, I've never published anything without going through an editor first. My initial posting here was a re-write of an essay already published. I didn't think twice about using it. Why would I? It's a good essay. One I worked long and hard on.
Although that's not quite true. Cobbling together 970-words cannot, by any stretch of the imagination, be described as hard work. What was hard was deflecting the rejections – three in total – over two years before it was picked up. And the reason it took so long is the same reason that's been holding me back from updating this blog. Fear of failure when trying something new. Back then I was as new to writing as I am to blogging and this time there's no editor to give prior approval.
Ho-hum. What to do? Keep writing, of course. What else can I do? I have a deadline to meet. But first, I'm going to pause and read Robert Heinlein's Five Rules of Writing:
- You must write. You must write every day.
- You must finish what you write.
- You must submit what you write to a publisher.
- If rejected, you must re-submit your writing to another publisher and keep it on the market until it sells.
- Never change a work after it is finished except to editorial direction.
Sage advice and something I completely ignored when my essay was rejected a third time. Instead, I ditched writing and studied other writers to see how they did it. Big mistake. Huge. Overnight I switched from being a writer to a reader and like most readers I started to believe that good writers only had to turn up at the page and the words would flow effortlessly from their finger tips.
Pure fantasy of course. Regardless of experience, nobody writes likes this. Everything published goes through the same wash and spin cycle of drafting, re-writing, editing, and proofing. The only difference is the standard at the end. The more grueling the editing, the higher the standard. And because I wanted to be the best writer I could be, I studied only the best. Raymond Carver for example.
Although, again, that's not quite true. I didn't so much study Carver as gobble him up and in so doing I decided I wanted to be him. How stupid was that? Well, not as stupid as you might think. Yes, putting myself in direct competition with a writing icon could only end badly and I admit it stopped me writing for long time. A whole year in fact. Conversely, though, it was Carver who turned it around for me when I discovered the tearing to shreds of his classic story "Beginners" by editor Gordon Lish, with the final version of the story re-titled: "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love". Within minutes, I'd dumped Carver and was back editing my own essay into print.
And it was only through the writing of all this, that I remembered all of the above and kept going to the end, which is where I must leave you for now. I have some serious editing to do and a deadline to meet. So, until we meet again next time .... goodbye.
Pure fantasy of course. Regardless of experience, nobody writes likes this. Everything published goes through the same wash and spin cycle of drafting, re-writing, editing, and proofing. The only difference is the standard at the end. The more grueling the editing, the higher the standard. And because I wanted to be the best writer I could be, I studied only the best. Raymond Carver for example.
Although, again, that's not quite true. I didn't so much study Carver as gobble him up and in so doing I decided I wanted to be him. How stupid was that? Well, not as stupid as you might think. Yes, putting myself in direct competition with a writing icon could only end badly and I admit it stopped me writing for long time. A whole year in fact. Conversely, though, it was Carver who turned it around for me when I discovered the tearing to shreds of his classic story "Beginners" by editor Gordon Lish, with the final version of the story re-titled: "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love". Within minutes, I'd dumped Carver and was back editing my own essay into print.
And it was only through the writing of all this, that I remembered all of the above and kept going to the end, which is where I must leave you for now. I have some serious editing to do and a deadline to meet. So, until we meet again next time .... goodbye.
First published on writing.ie 2011

