I was going to write a post about polishing your manuscript
for PitchWars.
In fact I DID write that post and while it had some useful
tips, a lot of them have been covered in the PitchWars feed during discussions
this week. The article felt a little redundant, plus I wanted to write about
something else. Specifically, Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic.
I don’t read a lot of nonfiction, so when my CPs first recommended
it, I resisted them. My fiction TBR list is already unmanageable.
Read it, they
urged. It’s food for the writer’s soul.
Maybe later, I
said, and read another YA thriller instead.
Then I had one of Those Weeks—the kind that makes you wonder
why you ever thought you could, or should, be a writer in the first place. When
all your ideas seem ten times worse than the worst idea anybody else has ever
had. I capitulated and bought Big Magic.
And I’m glad I did.
Elizabeth Gilbert knows a few things about the creative
process, and she shares a lot of wisdom in this book. But the thing that struck
me most came toward the end: an anecdote about an aspiring artist who was invited to a
costume party. He misread the invitation and showed up dressed as a
lobster at a glittering medieval court ball. The artist debated turning
(literal, red) tail and going home, but instead he braved the stares, joined
the party, and had a great time.
Why did that resonate so much? I think because at almost
every stage of the publishing journey, all writers are convinced their book is
the lobster in a room full of ball gowns. When first you
start querying. When you reply to a full request. When your soon-to-be agent sets
up The Call, and you convince yourself that this busy professional is taking
time out of her day to explain over the phone why you should never, ever
become a writer.
When you’re on submission. When you’re revising for your
editor. When you have to wrestle your next book idea into a synopsis (shudder. Sorry, flashback). When your
debut launches. And so on.
If we gave in to these fears and held our creation back all
its vulnerable imperfection, a lot of wonderful books would never be born.
As Gilbert writes, “You must stubbornly walk into that room,
regardless, and you must hold your head high. You made it; you get to put it
out there. Never apologize for it, never explain it away, never be ashamed of
it … You were invited, and you showed up, and you simply cannot do more than
that.”
So when the PitchWars submission window arrives, go ahead
and send your work into the world. Don’t miss the party. Wave your giant foam
claws in the air and be proud of what you made. It’s beautiful and uniquely
yours.
Also, get rid of filter words. (Had to get that original
article in there somewhere).
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