Screaming into the Virtual Wind

Why do so many successful writers spend inordinate amounts of time lecturing on the pitfalls and perils of their craft?  I can appreciate they don’t want to raise young writers’ hopes, they want to let them know there’s a world of failure out there and that in order to succeed you have to persevere and develop a thick skin.  That’s all fine.  But when you hear things like this over and over (below), you honestly come close to jacking the whole thing in, burning/deleting everything you ever wrote and settling down in whatever day job will have you, miserable, down-trodden and completely lacking in any inspiration or hopes for the future until the merciful day that you die:-

1. Most writers never make any money/give up the day job/move out of their parents shed.

2. Even if you sell your first novel, the chances are it won’t sell very well and you’ll never have a second published.

3. Writing is a miserable, dark slog of a profession, conducted in poorly lit, claustrophobic back rooms where you never interact with anyone, lose all semblance of a social life and forget what colour the grass or the sky is.

4. Your spouse will leave you.

5. Your spouse will have to support you (writers never make any money, remember?); and then your spouse will leave you.

I know there’s more I could add to this list. Every piece I’ve seen written on this topic (of how terrible/hazardous/crappy writing is) seems to run along the same lines and contain the exact same, soul crushing, whiny old toss.

What’s wrong with having a god damn dream, people?!

I don’t want to hear your tales of woe, I want to hang on to my image of my perfect future.  A future in which I’m able to write/work from home, afford a family and raise them myself, rather than having my parents do it while I sit behind a desk somewhere ticking off the minutes until five o’ clock and wondering where the hell my youth went.

For the record, this doesn’t mean I’m a writer just because I want to earn mega-money.  Far from it.  I’ve written stories since I first learnt to write and before that I made them up in my head.  Writing is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do, the only thing that fills me with ambition and purpose.  I get excited about my characters and the worlds I create.  That doesn’t mean I don’t want to get paid for doing it though, because I live in the real world; and the real world usually sucks bigger balls than a lady rhino in mating season.

Selling as many novels as Stephen King or Dean Koontz or Anne Rice would be phenomenal, I won’t lie.  But I ask the universe for very modest things. I want to do what I love and pay the bills.

So, whiny successful writers of the internet (you know who the hell you are), if that’s my modest dream and you strive to take even that away from me… I wonder if you’re just chomping on sour grapes because you’re not mega names like Stephen King or Dean Koontz or Anne Rice.

Just a thought.

I finished the novel a day later than I’d anticipated; and today I feel like crap and have to maintain the delicate illusion of wide-eyed enthusiasm while negotiating my work day because I laid the last sentence down at 1am and then couldn’t sleep…. but the deed is done, the first draft of Dunraven Road is complete!  Phew.

The reason I couldn’t sleep was because I was already worrying it wasn’t good enough.  Had I used the passive voice too much?  Did my characters’ motivations make sense?  Was this THE ONE?  Can I give up the day job soon and be a full-time writer??!  Then I remembered I had to get up in five hours, told myself to stop worrying because this was only the first draft, panic and sweaty palpitations should be reserved for the edit; and forced myself to sleep.  Ah, the bitter sweet miseries of a would-be author.

I was actually really happy with several scenes that occurred spontaneously, away from my outline (because they’re always the best kind of scenes).  I also loved the way my protagonist changed and stepped up to be a hero… Maybe there’s reason for hope after all!

I’m going to write a little epilogue, a swift glimpse into the future to show how my protagonists fared after the events of the novel; but that’s about it.  Then it’s off to my mum for approval and lots of red pen.  She always gets to see my finished writing first because she’s brutally honest and won’t put up with any overly descriptive, self indulgent crap (which I’m far too fond of).  This basically makes her a godsend and me a very grateful daughter

Incidentally, my mum’s been writing for years and has never been published, but she received an email today that made her scream down the phone at me (disturbing for the first few seconds until I could work out what she was saying).  Apparently, someone at a well known online magazine loved a story she submitted and will be recommending it to his editor, even though it’s not the sort of thing they usually publish.  Yay mum!  Now we just have to wait and see if the editor likes it…

Please can I sleep now?

So…as the title implies…hello world :)  This is my first ever blog post so I’m a bit unsure how to start.  My sister convinced me to try this; and seeing as she has many skills and knows about these type of things I listened to her and signed up with WordPress.  Maybe I should start at the beginning…

I’m a horror and fantasy writer living in the UK.  I’ve had some success with short stories in the last year and have been published by Hungur Magazine and Night to Dawn.  Which is great!  I was so excited when I sold my first short to Hungur I screamed and ran around the room until I felt sick, then I phoned my parents and texted everyone I knew, or had ever known, or was possibly going to know in the future.  All this while my bemused husband looked on, wondering if I’d really lost it this time.  I knew he didn’t understand the enormity of the situation because he was the one who read the acceptance email and his exact words (in a very bored sounding voice) were, “Yeah, you sold a story by the way”, as if it was an every day occurance.  Anyway, that was in May 2007 and since then I’ve sold three more stories, which involved more jumping and screaming…but any excuse, right?

So what should any self-respecting wannabe bestselling author set her sights on next…a novel of course!  A novel about addiction and dangerous love and vampires and dark cults and lots and lots of blood…usually at the end of a razor blade because that’s the best kind (or so I’ve been told).  I’ve actually been writing this novel for about two years, whittling away at it between day jobs… and this weekend I’m actually planning to finish it…whoo and indeed hoo!

So I suppose it might be an interesting time for me to start a blog.  That’s if you’re interested in hearing about re-writes, queries, tears and all the rest.  Maybe I’ll eventually blog about my ultimate failure and the sad day when I discard this novel and plough on with the next one…but how depressing it that?!

But for now, I’m 99% finished with the first draft and it’s all big dreams and imaginary interviews from here on in.