Following the Carrot: My Writing Life

September 24, 2009

... I'm nothing at all without the writing. Without truth, my truth, the only truth I know, it's all a gambol in the pasture without rhythm or sense. It's empty. God gave it to me (so help me, Deist or no, I believe that!) and I can't cheat myself or you or them or anyone by not doing it the best way I know how. --Harlan Ellison
I had a dream last night that my skin kept peeling, literally ripping apart. No matter how many times they stitched it up, it kept splitting. It didn't hurt, yet I knew that without something cohesive to hold it together, I couldn't survive. Writing is a bit like that for me. Things keep splitting, bursting out, and without an avenue to hold it all together, to make it mean something concrete, it overwhelms me. That's when I feel most lost. So I keep writing, year after year, agent after agent, rejection after rejection, assuming there's a purpose, a plan, and that there will be an ultimate outcome.
There are times when I want to rip my skin to shreds and dance through life unfettered by rules, pressure, publishers, and readers. I wish I didn't care about those things, but I do. Some people write because they simply enjoy it. They don't care if anyone reads it, how it sounds, what it means. That's not me. I've always been one to set goals and drive toward them like a donkey after a carrot. Sometimes it's torturous. I'm trying to squelch an insatiable hunger. I think a lot about where that hunger comes from. Am I like an actor who longs for applause night after night? Am I emotionally wounded and therefore need constant reassurance? Am I vain? Or do I just have an unending need to find myself, and the only place I seem to truly be is embedded in a series of words splashed across my computer? Whatever it is, it's been there for a long time. It was there before I realized my life was flawed, or that I was anything more than a little girl with giant pigtails. I meet, read, and hear about tons of writers who have all sorts of reasons for writing. I wonder if they feel like I do. When I see all the books at the bookstore, I wonder, and it makes me sad that life is filled with hoops we must jump through to be heard. There are so many of us, each with so much to say. So how do a few rise above the crowd and get the attention needed to make it to The New York Times Bestseller List? Did they run faster after their carrot? Did someone hand them a carrot? Or did they compromise and ditch their glowing carrot for sloppy seconds (the market)? I sit here today in an orange shirt--of all things--wondering if I should eventually give up? I'm 43 years old. If 40 is the new 20, maybe I have a few more years ... This week I met a writer, Sandra Carey Cody, who began writing at 50. Avalon has published three of her novels. I also read an article about James Michener, who wrote his first novel at 40. Cougar Town and Courtney Cox are hip. And to top it off, I just heard that Phyllis Whitney (who died in 2008), wrote her last book, Amethyst Dreams, at age 92, and began writing an autobiography at age 102. Wow! So here I am with another finished novel in my hands ... staring at the carrot. This is my creative journey ( with babies and degrees mixed in) from 1988 through today (21 years): Graduated from college Had a baby and got married Moved to the Northeast Started Pharmaceutical career After reflecting on the Deep South and my childhood, began writing first novel, Boundaries After ~ 5 years, finished Boundaries Signed with first literary agent Hit Manager-level in Pharma First literary agent passed away unexpectedly Began second novel, Aberrations Had another baby Wrote Six Sigma for Business Excellence for McGraw-Hill Hit Director-level in Pharma Finished Master's Degree After ~ 8 years, finished Aberrations Continued to edit Boundaries Signed with second literary agent Second literary agent decided to go into entertainment law Self-published Aberrations Aberrations picked up by Greenleaf Book Group and re-launched Continued to edit Boundaries Signed with Planned TV Arts (A-list Publicity Firm) Took step back from Pharma career to focus on writing Launched blog, Aberration Nation Began painting Signed with third literary agent Began writing third novel, Centerpieces Awarded honorary degree in publishing by third literary agent After ~1 year, finished Centerpieces After ~2 years of painting, my work included in major EU exhibit Began research for fourth novel, Dust Waiting .... In this economy, trying to sell an unknown author is like selling ice to Eskimos. My husband says that in time the ice will melt, and I'll be ready. It would be foolish to give up now. I had another skin dream a couple of years ago. In that one, my skin was too large, dripping and dragging around me. I pulled and tugged it around, expending all my energy just to get from point a to point b. I was nothing more than a blob of flesh. During the dream, I grew inside, slowly filling the bag that had so painfully trapped me. Eventually my shape took form, and I ran. Phyllis Whitney said, “Never mind the rejections, the discouragement, the voices of ridicule (there can be those too). Work and wait and learn, and that train will come by. If you give up, you’ll never have a chance to climb aboard.” ... or taste that elusive carrot. To read more about my writing life, also see: Author Karen Harrington Interviews Penelope Bookish Ruth Interviews Penelope DeAnna Cameron: The Business of Books with Novelist Penelope Przekop

Comments

ibdragon

ibdragon said:

What a poetic and moving post. If you novels are as eloquent as your blog posts, they will be a smashing success.

I hear and understand, I never could decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. I'm still not sure but I started to write primarily so my head wouldn't explode; just sheer self preservation. I self published my first book, "I Like to Whine' and will self publish the ensuing books because I don't want to dance to another's drum and I don't want to wait years to see my thoughts in print. I consider myself an author because I have touched at least one young mind who was kind enough to tell me she loved my book. (and gasp, she wasn’t related to me) If I make one kid laugh and perhaps nurture his interest in reading with my upcoming chapter books, I will consider myself a success there as well. Being retired from my third major career, my motivations are somewhat simplistic, I don’t need to be on best seller lists or generate a lot of wealth (not that I would turn it down if it came pounding on the door), I do need to feel like I am helping to shore up civilization as we know it and not a contributing vandal to it’s destruction.

Marielena

Marielena said:

Yes, yes and yes to your words, Penelope! I often walk in bookstores and am overwhelmed by the books, the authors and the amount of work involved, that only we as writers truly know. And yes, how and why do only a handful rise to the top? Are they especially gifted? Persistent? Lucky?

I, too, want to be unfettered, am hungry and chasing the carrot and want to board that publishing train. I just turned 60 and after a lifetime as a professional journalist, I yearn -no, long - to write for myself, not others. I'm not going to give up. I'm going forward.

I finished my first novel, “Deadly Habits,” much hard work, and after relentless rejection, it's now gathering dust. But I remain hopeful for the second book I am now writing, a much different genre.

And thanks for mentioning my dear friend and sister-blogger-writer, Sandy. For her posts and a terrific interview with a recently published writer, visit our blog “Birth of a Novel” at: www.birthofanovel.wordpress.com

Sandy Cody

Sandy Cody said:

Thanks for including me in such illustrious company, Penelope. After getting such a late start, I can only hope to, like Phyllis Whitney, still be writing at 102. Maybe by then I will have figured out what my life story is.

Your writing is beautiful and your insights deep. Thanks for sharing them. One of the joys of writing is meeting and getting to know other writers.

Good luck!

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