Keeping the faith
In such a solitary endeavour, it’s easy to lose heart. Sometimes you get blocked and it feels like it’ll never end. Other times the sheer pressure of life, home and family can bring you to a screeching halt as well. How do you suck it up enough to keep pushing through, even after that bad review?
Each of us have different rituals that we go through every day before starting the work of writing. Some of us prefer to write in the morning, others in the evening. Some like to space it all out in brief spurts throughout the day. Myself, I write best when the cheque is in the bank. They’ve already bought it, I can crank out whatever the hell I want.
But those are the up times and lets face it, in the hills and valleys of a writing career, there are periods where there is vastly more valley than hill.
The reasons for this are the same that drive most normal people nuts too. Family trouble, money trouble, self doubt, insanity (though that can be a plus if not a bit redundant) and from simply working in the wrong genre (which will stop you cold in your tracks). It’s just that most people not working towards getting produced or published have little understanding of how much hold that pressure has over us. We’re constantly asked what have you got, what have you done and then the dreaded, what have you done lately. Sometimes followed by, “Oh I saw that, it was a piece of shit.” For which we the writer are blamed, when all we did was write the blueprint (based on their notes). In other words, we didn’t have it last, they did, why it’s garbage rests more on their shoulders than on ours. Because if it’s a group effort in success, it should be a group effort in failure too (I’ll believe the latter when I see it). Then of course there’s also the constant drive to get stuff produced. This means you have to deal with a large group of individuals, some of which who have personal peculiarities in respect to how they conduct business. Others, present themselves as that which they are not (hard to believe I know) and then there’s the element of spin which we all are very good at. Bottom line, most of the time you can’t tell the bullshit from truth, no matter how long you’ve been doing this. Add to that the endless line of sharks all standing in line with their hands out to take a piece of your pie, earned from your talent, not theirs, and I’m not talking about agents here. I’m talking about the numerous hangers on that seem to crawl out of the woodwork the moment you have a modicum of success.
And yet still you are expected to soldier on, to be creative and above all else, to be productive. Sometimes it makes you want to scream, other times you just cry tears of impotent rage. And sometimes you just simply lose heart. It would be so much easier to quit, to stop writing to take up an easier hobby like polar bear wrestling or bomb disposal. Sometimes this loss of heart is final and the person drops out of the scene. Some are happier, most aren’t. It’s as if there’s unfinished business but they can’t go back. I think the same thing happens to Air Traffic Controllers. I wish it would happen to certain political figures.
So how do you stop it? This loss of faith.
It depends on how honest you can be with yourself and where you see things in your future at all points. It depends on how well you can filter the good things in your life from the bad and petty frustrations. It depends on how badly you want it and what you’re willing to sacrifice in order to achieve it. It depends on your level of support at home and how much your family loves and understands you. It depends on you. Who you are, what you feel and what you believe. Because before you can believe in what you write, you have to believe in yourself first truthfully. That you have to hold close to your chest. That’s the faith you need to keep. If you don’t believe in you, then you’re just taking up space in line, hoping to get lucky. Own your talent and move on.