My name is Steven and I’m a failed writer.
I’m taking a
little heat for the title of this blog. The first comment I received (from
among comments that number in the ones) was a variation of, “How dare you? I
would never disparage myself. You need a therapist. I hate you.” I assumed that
the respondent had utilized the SCALE approach (Standard Congressman’s Approach
to Legislative Evaluation). The SCALE approach requires an elected official to
read only the title of a bill that will affect the lives of millions. He or she
then calls a press conference. After an opening statement that equates the
proposed law to baby-killing and/or terrorism, the media are allowed to ask
questions with all answers from the politician incorporating a comparison of Obamacare
to the Bolshevik Revolution.
So . . . here’s the thing. This blog is not
meant to discourage writers. It is not meant to glorify failure. It’s a satire
— like Jonathan Swift’s 1729 essay, A Modest Proposal, in which he suggested that the Irish might
solve their hunger and overpopulation problems by consuming their own children.
He wasn’t serious either. I know this, because I’m Irish-American and none of my
ancestors were appetizers.
I began this blog a few weeks ago, shamelessly
borrowing part of my title from Alcoholics Anonymous, an exemplary organization
dedicated to helping people escape addiction. Essentially, they are fighting
alcoholism just like I’m fighting the concept of “failed writers.” My goal is
to prevent writers from feeling like failures. I’ll admit that the title of the
blog is a bit misleading, the logic of my intent ostensibly inverted at first
glance. However, please understand that I am the father of five children, all
of whom were successfully shepherded through their teenage years. Four of the
five were teenagers at the same time, subjecting me to a daily
barrage of inverted logic. I am now an expert, having been trained by professionals, and can submit with considerable authority that Failed Writers Anonymous is not inverted logic. It’s a support group for people
who feel their creative efforts only have value if credentialed by others. It’s
also a way to provide a few tips on writing and publishing, all of which I’ve
stolen from other sources. This is Rule #6, aspiring failed writers: In the
words of Lionel Trilling, “Amateurs imitate. Artists steal!”
Artists don’t always treat one another very
well. Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of Eat Pray Love, discusses this in a wonderful TED talk.
Once an unpublished diner waitress devastated by rejection letters, she has
used the pulpit granted by success to encourage artists to support one another. Good for her. She has escaped the throes of failure and now wants to be a sponsor, pulling other failed writers from the swirling maelstrom of other people's opinions. Many years ago I noodled around Hollywood for a couple of years, writing sketch comedy. I met a lot of people trying to break into show business: comics, actors, singers. One of the singers was a girl with an extraordinary voice. At the time, the best gig she had landed was singing “for only ninety-nine cents” in a Jack-In-The-Box commercial. She wanted to be in the movies but never made it, becoming just another girl who sang like an angel, yet felt like a failure. I hope she's heard Ms.
Gilbert’s talk. I hope she’s still singing.
My name is Colleen. And I am a failed writer (and a failed drinker but that is a topic for another day.) This blog has given me permission to return to my former passion for nouns, verbs and the occasional adjective without shame or fear of consequence. And for that good doctor I thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou're quite welcome. Now take two adjectives and call me in the morning.
ReplyDeleteConnected to you from your post on Linkedin. Love what you had to say. Love your blog title! I really believe you have something big here. Congratulations! Must admit I am a little disappointed in some of the OTHER comments on Linkedin. I find your blog more positive and supportive. I think I will spend my time here. Best of luck. Love your tongue-in-cheek-humor. I'm a bit German, a little Irish, and a whole lot Aussie. I get it.
ReplyDelete. . . and my new favorite nationality is "a whole lot Aussie." Thanks, Clara, for the kind words.
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