The Dichotomy of Being a Writer
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It is the eternal conflict of the writer – one must be sure of one’s talent and skill, but not arrogant. This came to me last night as I was working on a new anthology submission for Soylent Publications.
When I get close to the end of the story, it’s common for me to be assailed with self-doubt. I hope and I pray that I will be so deeply immersed in the story creation that I’ll type “The End” before this happens, but sadly, it’s not often the case. Instead, I’ll be typing along, following the mental sign posts in my head (turn left for plot twist, emotional dip ahead), when the all important “The End Is Near” sign shows up. And self-doubt creeps in with ninja-like stealth. I start to think that maybe this is going in the wrong direction entirely, maybe I need to go back to the beginning, oh here’s some recurring symbols I should have been sprinkling in all along. Let me go and do that. Then the siren song of delaying the inevitable begins in the form of laundry/dishes/cat box.
Self-doubt tells me the story isn’t good enough, so why even finish it in the first place? Why set myself up for inevitable rejection by finishing the sucker, then starting the rounds of magazine and publisher submissions. I could be kibitzing on Facebook, you know…
And here is where the writer must find that well of confidence in his/her soul and forge on ahead. If I did not find that confidence, then my hard drive would be littered with the half-finished remains of stories that never quite finished the birthing process. Sure, I have a few like that, but the number that I’ve seen it through with outnumbers the ones that have fallen by the wayside, half-finished. But once that reserve of confidence is breeched, a writer has to be careful not to go too far in the other direction, because an arrogant writer does not believe that there is anything else to learn and that his/her prose is always perfect.
But no one, not even the greatest luminaries of the literary constellations, is perfect. It is the dichotomy of the writer – confident enough to send stories out into the world believing someone will want to read them, and full of enough self-doubt to constantly strive to be a better writer.