When I started this blog, I made a list of mistakes I’ve made, that I saw from new writers in school, and that I see now in traditional and self-published books. The list was wimpy. Pulling things out of my brain all at once takes more effort than I can muster. That’s why I don’t write flash-fiction.
But as the last few days have unfolded, the list has exploded. When I’m editing my stuff, using my heavily guarded hour a day to read whatever mystery series I’m working through (currently the Elvis Cole books), or reading people’s work online, my notebook is never more than a foot away.
Last night, I was halfway through a message to a blogger that read something like this:
Hey _____, I really like the excerpt of your novel in the post from _____. I jumped over to Amazon and grabbed it. The premise is hilarious and I can’t wait to see where you went with it. But, I was wondering if you would let me use the following two paragraphs in a post about
That’s as far as I got.
I plan on using real world examples, but not from fellow bloggers. Not a great way to make friends.
I was reading another writer’s blog, and her posts were compelling, funny, and clear. I read seven of them in a row! I don’t have time for that, there’s work to do. But, then I got to an example of her fiction. The clarity was gone. The piece felt jumbled, jerky, and confusing. Why? Where did that awesome voice go? I wanted to jump in and scream, “Stop trying so damned hard! You’re ruining your own great work!”
It hurt, but I walked away.
If I follow you, I will probably dish out unsolicited advice and I welcome any from you guys and gals. I’m faaaaaaaaar from perfect. We’re not competitors in a world with scant resources. There are enough readers for everyone and the better the writing in the self-publishing arena, the better we all do.
I love writers. If you have the guts to put your words out into the world, you have my respect. All of it. Everything I say comes from that place.