Publishers and agents just scare me.
The problem is I love to write, but really don't like revealing my writing to anyone; part of this is fear of rejection, another is just, I don't know, something in me that doesn't like to show itself. That's ridiculous really, all writers want to be read. The invisible audience lures me; there's a security in it. If it doesn't like me I don't have to care, I will never see it. And if it loves me, I will feel good anyway.
Writing this lj has helped my shyness (no, really, I do have a shyness in me) as has the occasional jaunt on
It's different when I write comics/roleplay games etc; That's fun but I don't really care too much. There's the craft and a few cute ideas, but not much else of me involved. But when I care, oh, then the tumble dryer in my gut gets going, and I suddenly want to just run away forever.
I am very tempted to try an experiment; My editing is not going well because I have been staring at the words in over-familiar format. If I put the novel up here, chapter by chapter, day by day, my perception of the readership would sharpen my focus and I would edit well. But two things work against me;
1) The first part of the book begins in a way that will translate on to lj well, for obvious reasons (i.e it started here). The second part runs together more, and is less likely to make sense in lj-friendly vignettes.
2) I don't think I can bear to do it.
Now I want to be back on the Lickey Hills, or walking by the sea, or anywhere far from this computer screen and this churning fear. Escape! Escape!
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Date: 2005-05-18 08:38 am (UTC)Gray
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Date: 2005-05-18 10:13 am (UTC)I hope to show it to you the moment I have the bottle!
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Date: 2005-05-18 09:43 am (UTC)Why a novel?
Date: 2005-05-18 10:24 am (UTC)I write because I cannot help myself, and because I love it. I feel good typing this out to you now:-) This is my medium. I am happy here.
And the novel? Writing is not only my great love, it is pretty much all I can do. I should try to make this grow and thrive, not shrink away due to (let's face it) pure cowardice.
A window on the soul; the view is still beautiful if no-one else shares it. But there's a delight in knowing that someone out there sees it and enjoys it in their own way.
Strangers
Date: 2005-05-18 06:46 pm (UTC)i'll_show_you_mine_if_you_show_me_yours.com?
I have nowhere near the wordsmithing talent that you have but I still love creative thinking/writing, I just can't handle praise. Criticism I take as a positive influence but as soon as someone says something nice all I hear are sickly sweet platitudes that make me think less of the platitudor.
Anyway this is your LJ, Not mine.
Would you rather someone said of your novel:
a. It's an amazing work full of the sparkling heights and deepest glooms of life but it's not going to be that commercially successful. Might become a cult classic, you never know!
b. Yeah. Like it. Strong dialogue, well rounded characters and totally nails the FemPunk demographic. We'll start with a print run of 10,000 and get the marketing people onto the buzz.
c. a bunch of your mates telling you it's teh gr8est and if the world was fair you would be winning awards and fighting JK Rowling in Celebrity LitChick Wrestling.
Re: Strangers
Date: 2005-05-19 12:40 am (UTC)Then we take all the words we haven't used, write a book of western haiku and sell it to the British Library!
Going to add you to my friends list, oh fairly familiar stranger! No point objecting, I know where you live:-)
Re: Strangers
Date: 2005-05-19 04:26 pm (UTC)would have to include ennui
for memory of spring.
Re: Strangers
Date: 2005-05-19 04:49 pm (UTC)Now what are we going to do with all these spare thes?