So the green nail varnish has chipped and the birthday optimism is dissipating. Of course I want to be a great writer but first I have to summon the energy to write a sentence. And another and keep going. I’ve written three books. None are published. But I get better each time. My failures are improving, I am getting closer to publication with every book I write. So rationally I know that I have to keep going and I will get there. But emotionally, it ain’t so easy. I have to suppress doubts and fend off the feeling of futility. I get moments of flow and flashes of joy and I hope that can keep me going. And so, with the help of Mr Kipling, (the poet rather than cakes, although cake is darn good idea) I’m giving myself and any other struggling writer a little pep talk.
If you can keep your head when Fifty Shades of Grey
Gets published and your story does not,
If you believe in your writing, come what may,
When no one else cares a jot;
If you can be rejected by publishers and not tire of rejection,
But instead scour the Writers’ and Artists’ Year Book
And laugh despite dejection,
And in good spirits begin another book;
If you can ignore market trends and write from the heart,
And bare your soul to the page every day
Not knowing if you’ll win through, yet commit to your art
Your characters and your plot for no pay;
If you can dream of being published – and not make publication your master,
If you can kick those imposters fame and fortune up the arse
And write for the joy of it, despite the disaster
Of the doormat thump of a manuscript come home, and laugh at the farce;
If you can beat the neuroticism, procrastination and despair
And know, beyond all doubt, the word is mightier;
Then what the world thinks, you’ll not care
And what’s more, my friend, you’ll be a writer.
Apologies to Rudyard Kipling for riding roughshod over his great and inspirational poem. Apologies also to E.L. James for the cheap shot at Fifty Shades. No one can deny the supreme success of her books.