I bumped into writer friend at the library and immediately saw something was wrong with him. He looked ghostly white and on the verge of tears, though he was usually quite stoic.
“What happened?” I asked.
He shook his head, looked away, then whispered, “I just asked her—tell me what you think.”
That’s when I noticed the pages clutched in his hands. His manuscript. It was just a few pages, but they were clearly bleeding red.
After coaxing the story from him, I learned he’d given the first chapter of his first-ever novel to an experienced writer with no instructions. She gave him back a line-by-line edit, listing everything wrong with his story.
He quit writing, which is a shame because he has talent. Although the experienced writer should have had more mercy on this newbie, he should’ve been clearer in his critique needs to avoid miscommunication.
Don’t make the same mistake.
Four novels sit on my desk at all times: To Kill a Mockingbird, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The Lovely Bones, and The Book Thief.
There are many other books I adore, but these are the ones I keep nearby for writing inspiration. Each changed me in an unforgettable way.
Those are the stories on my outsides, but what about the ones inside?
Have you ever analyzed your inner stories?
You should because it’s where you’ll find your most powerful and un-put-downable writing.
I can produce my blog posts, copywriting or magazine articles on time and in abundance. No problem. However, I’m turtle s-l-o-w in writing my novels. In eighteen years, I’ve only completed four—all still unpublished. To me, only the last two are worthy to be on a bookshelf; the first two were teaching me how to write.
I’ve always sort of felt like a loser writer because of this, but a recent epiphany taught me why failure in your writing is good…
Every Writer in Wordville liked stories a lot.
But the Grinch who lived North of Wordville did not!
The Grinch hated writing—the whole creative way.
Now, please don’t ask why. No one knows what to say.