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We’re in This Together

I spent some time this morning reading Chuck Wendig’s post on NaNoWriMo, and wondering about meanies. Not Chuck Wendig–that guy is cool as aloe vera–but the general meanness of a world that couldn’t care less if you’re a writer.

See, as Wendig points out (and I reluctantly agree), the world doesn’t give a tinker’s fart if you’re writing the  Great American Novel. Or Great British Novel, or German, or…whatever. Nobody cares. Your friends and family might give a little nod, a helpful smile, maybe ask a tentative question here and there, but seriously, nobody cares if you’re a writer.

Except one subset of humanity: Other. Writers.

Writing is hard. I mean, well…no, not really. Being a janitor is hard, being a nurse is hard, being  a soldier is hard. Lets put this thing in perspective. Writing is fucking easy

Yeah. Writing is pretty tough.

Yeah. Writing is pretty tough.

But, you know—it’s hard too. It’s hard to properly explain to other people that you can’t watch Thor 2 because you’re 5,000 words behind your goal, and your deadline is a month away. Even if you have a really understanding significant other who lets you slide on picking up leaves because you have to write a blog post right this minute (thanks, hun!), there are only a small group of people who will ever truly understand what you’re talking about…

Other. Writers.

I’m not here to disparage friends and family, as none of us would be here without them (literally, in some cases), but this post isn’t really about them. It’s about being a writer and cutting other writers a fucking break. Because we’re in this together, my friends. The shit is deep, and we need a hand wading through. I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not fall in.

Hugh Howey wrote some compelling stuff on this , which I’d recommend reading, as it’s Howey and you should read everything he writes anyway. The point of which, is this: writer’s can be a little, um…catty. We’re supportive, but we’re bitchy. We’ll give you a thumbs up on that publishing contract, then bury pins in your Voodoo Doll. We can’t help it, we’re artists.

There. That looks exactly like J.K  Rowling.

There. That looks exactly like J.K Rowling.

And artists aren’t immune from jealousy.

It doesn’t help when there’s a lot to get jealous about. When I’m looking at a negative review and notice my colleague is swimming in five stars, I’ll admit to some ol’ fashioned fury (is that ol’ fashioned? Probably old-and-new-which-means-it’s-not-a-fashion). But that stuff ain’t productive, folks. It’s not helping me catch up on my word count; it’s not getting me any closer to watching Thor 2.

Howey has it right, writer’s aren’t in a competition. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander (yeah, I know that doesn’t really work. Shut up. It sounds cool). Writers exist in a bubble of our own creation. A lonely, whiskey-soaked bubble. Our friends and family will only get us so far—we owe it to each other to get the rest of the way.

Wendig said we need to toughen the hell up. And he’s right, cause the Way of the Writer is fraught with rejection, shitty pay and confused stares when people ask what you do for a living. But I’ll take it a step further and say we need to compassion the hell up. Help each other out, leave a nice review, buy a book for a friend’s birthday…

Leave a comment below.

You know. Simple things.

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Thumbs up!” Creative Commons via krissen

A perfect morning” Creative Commons via purolipan

Voodoo Doll Dotees” Creative Commons via elasticcamel

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About nicwidhalm (46 Articles)
Nic Widhalm is a writer based out of Northern, Colorado, specializing in urban fantasy, and supernatural horror. He is happily married, has two beautiful, feisty kids, and spends his free time singing and providing vocal percussion for the professional a cappella group, Curious Gage. Visit www.curiousgage.com for more information.

2 Comments on We’re in This Together

  1. The only gauge writers have to measure success is ourselves. It’s not book sales, twitter accounts, FB likes, agent rejections, wrinkled manuscripts or anything else. It’s simply ourselves. And we know how hard we writers are on ourselves.

    We spend hours upon hours in solitary self-flagellation, hopefully drawing enough courage to show the ‘results’ to our “writer friends.” Then we head back to our private alcove to completely re-write 2/3 of the work because someone “suggested rather strongly” that the POV sucks.

    It is then that we learn that misery doesn’t love company, it only loves someone who’s misery outweighs our own.

    Yeah, I’m cheering you on, and all the other writers, too…just as long as you’re not stealing readers from me.

    No really, I truly do love all writers, so long as you leave me some shelf space along the way. (And a little extra wine and chocolate, too.)

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