I had a blah day. It was
angsty (is that a word?) and self indulgent. I was lost in my own ineptitude
and my own mediocrity. But...it's okay. These things happen to people who care
about their craft. At least that's my excuse.
It started, I think,
from hurdles I needed to get over with the publisher of my forthcoming memoir, October
Song. Nothing that can't be fixed. But issues are issues. And I would
rather not deal with them. I would rather just write. I won't go into all of it
here, not necessary. But it comes from the details of modern
publishing—trusting proofreaders and copy editors, and believing that your work
is worthy when it sometimes is minimized into just another book on the shelf,
just another author in a world full of them.
So, that got me thinking
about writing and its bigger meaning. Maybe not just for me, but for anyone who
writes. This can get us into trouble, you know? If we think there is a bigger
meaning and we are not living up to that meaning, well, it could get
"angsty."
Consider this...a quote
from the writer Don DeLillo:
"The writer is
the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and
independent of influence. The writer is the man or woman who automatically
takes a stance against his or her government. There are so many temptations for
American writers to become part of the system and part of the structure that
now, more than ever, we have to resist. American writers ought to stand and
live in the margins, and be more dangerous. Writers in repressive societies are
considered dangerous. That's why so many of them are in jail." --Don
DeLillo, from the 1988 interview with Ann Arensberg.
Wow. If every writers
tired to live up to this statement, we might just all off ourselves. Don't
misunderstand, I love this quote and I love what it stands for. But, seriously,
it's heady. And what happens when we aren't so "dangerous?" Are we
failures? Should be just give it up? Consider ourselves hopelessly mediocre and
move on?
Every writer goes through times of uncertainty, self-doubt, believing that what they are doing is unworthy and pointless. It comes with the territory. But I wonder—aren't most of what we are doing, writing, ultimately forgettable? I'm not being defeatist; I'm being realistic. Aren't only a handful of us—the truly great—immortal? Aren't those the only ones that really matter?
Yes, this it getting a
bit bleak. But here's where it turns around.
I was interviewed the
other day on the radio about NIGHT RADIO, my novel. The interviewer had pulled
quotes from the book that had "moved her." Really? I had written
words that moved someone? And when she read them over the air, I questioned,
aloud—did I write that? Not that I was impressed in some way, I was simply
astonished that I had put words down that were worth repeating, worth sharing,
worth interpreting and considering in some spiritual way, some deeper way.
I'll carry that with me
now through this "angsty" phase. I suggest, as you write and create
and find yourself in that "angsty" way when you want to be something
bigger and bolder, that you find a piece of your art that you are proud of, or
better still, something someone else has been moved by and let it wash over
you.
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