Words of Discouragement? I Think Not.

I am participating in the writing contest, You Deserve to Be Inspired, hosted by Positive Writer.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” my mother asked me when I was a kid.  “An author,” I said.  At that time, I was influenced by almost any books my older sister read when we were kids.  And then my journal writing began when I was in the fifth grade and I became addicted to writing every day.  Every now and then, I’d write a story or two.  But why I wound up throwing them away, afterward, was beyond me.  Perhaps the story ideas were just terrible or I feared embarrassment should someone discover what I’d written.

No matter, I stuck with my writing routine.  I daydreamed.  I wrote about what I liked, what I didn’t like, new ideas, etc.  In high school, I had a novel in progress, but I never told anyone about it.  I do remember rewriting it a few times.  Ideas were constantly changing and I didn’t know how to go about it, sometimes.  I was still unsure as to what I was going to do with it when and if it was done.  Fear may have been holding me back.  But what was scaring me?

When time passed, though, I put the story away, with the same idea that the story was terrible and wasn’t going to go anywhere, that the story was boring even me.  In November 2014, however, I’d surprised myself by bringing that novel back, just with a new storyline.  One year later—while I was tempted to quit dozens of times—the first draft was finally done.  What an emotional rollercoaster it was while typing up the last few chapters.

In my mind, I was thanking those who encouraged me to keep writing, including those with negative comments.  Yes, even those with negative comments because it made me think back to my sophomore year in high school.  I don’t remember which class it was, nor do I remember the teacher’s name.  During class, we were assigned something involving career choices.  All I remember was that the instructions looked as if they were written in another language.  Really, I could have asked questions, yet I was a bit of a lazy student.  Also, I was the type who was often afraid of asking questions.  So I marked off anything at random, with the assumption I knew what I was doing.

Afterward, the teacher had one-on-one discussions with us regarding the categories we selected.  Once she looked over my work, she appeared confused by my answers, but then explained how the assignment was supposed to be done.  Then she asked me a bunch of questions about my interests and that’s when I told her about my writing.  I don’t recall every question she asked, but I remember her asking if I spoke more than one language.  I said no.  Every answer I’d provided to every question, in the end, forced her to look right at me and say, “Then you can’t be a writer.”  This was coming from someone who’s never read anything I’ve written. I’ve had my share of teachers bullying me, but never has any one of them said what that teacher said to me.  But the worst part was that I didn’t even defend myself.  She must have thought I was a complete idiot.  So I’d spaced out in class.  Was I so terrible?

I never sulked about it, though, nor did I go home and cry to my mother.  Perhaps I was realizing that that was only one person’s opinion.  This teacher may not have been too fond of me, but that didn’t stop me from writing.  In fact, I never did tell anyone what the teacher said.  I suppose I really didn’t care what she thought.

So when the first draft of my novel was completed in October 2015, I thought, “I can’t be a writer, huh?  Hmm, I don’t know.  It may have taken a year of struggling, but somehow I did it.”  And I’ll keep doing it.  At times, I still can’t believe I made it happen. Who knows what’ll happen with my writing?  But after seeing all the progress I’ve made, I realized it’s worth the hard work.

Throughout this writing journey, I’ve learned some things:

 

  1. People will have their own opinions and that’s okay. We can’t please everyone, so don’t let their words stop you.
  2. Even if you have ideas you feel are terrible, hold onto them, anyhow; they may be helpful in the future. Never did I expect to bring back that story I’d created years ago and actually finish it.
  3. Although we all struggle with a particular goal, it’s important that we believe in ourselves. We’ll get there, eventually.

 

So to my high school teacher—whose name escapes me—thanks for your words, because I’m still writing, no matter anyone’s opinions.

One-Year Marathon

*I am participating in the writing contest: Writers Crushing Doubt, hosted by Positive Writer.

Writers Crushing Doubt Writing Contest

When NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) 2014 was approaching, I knew I wanted to participate.  What was I going to write, though?  The previous novel idea I’d worked on for the umpteenth time wasn’t going anywhere, so I finally decided it was best to put it away—for now, anyhow.

November 1 was getting closer as I tried to come up with a new idea.  That’s when I remembered a story I created when I was in high school.  I’ll just say it was a story with an okay plot and a bad timeline, but I was happy to have created something, anyhow.  While I wanted to keep the same characters, including an antagonist with no story, I came up with a similar idea: My antagonist was going to be the main focus.  I finally had a story for him.  While outlining my ideas, I was looking forward to NaNoWriMo.  Once the clock struck midnight on the 1st of November, I was typing away.

Throughout that month, I was putting in so many words—despite my being tempted to edit and revise.  By the end of the month, my story had over 30,000 words—out of the maximum 50,000.  Nevertheless, I was proud of myself just for writing something.  I knew my story was going to have more than 50,000 words and I wanted to finish it.  During the month of December, however, I was stuck.  I had an idea as to where the story was going and how it was going to end, but I seemed to be out of ideas on putting it all together.  I didn’t end up writing anything.  Time had passed and I was still in a slump, aside from the occasions when I was able to add a new paragraph or two to my manuscript.  But I felt that it wasn’t good enough.  I constantly wondered if I would even make it to the finish line.  Even with all the inspiring words on writing I’d stumble upon on social media, I still doubted myself.

Just when I thought about putting away a project I struggled with and dreamed about for a long time, I reminded myself why I wanted to get this done.  I remembered the excitement of putting a story together and how great it felt to get to the most important parts of the story.  I also remembered my telling others about my dream of becoming an author.  I finally had a story for my characters and yet I came close to giving up.  I feared the story, itself, wasn’t going to be acceptable.  What if I couldn’t create stories as great as the ones I’ve read?  I was worried about everything.

Another form of motivation came from listening to my favorite music, allowing me to daydream.  New ideas came out of nowhere and I was able to get back to work.  I told myself I was going to lead my character toward the end, somehow.

During the month of October, I was able to get more writing done.  I couldn’t believe how far I was into the novel.  On Halloween, I was close to the end of my story, so I pushed myself to keep writing.  The suspense had me all over the place.  My hands were trembling and dramatic scenes had me teary-eyed.  The sun was almost setting as I continued my work.  I didn’t know if I was going to finish, though.  Doubt was trying to push its way back in.  Luckily, Max Richter’s From Sleep album was great motivation and the perfect soundtrack for the ending of the novel, so I kept replaying it.  “Keep going,” I told myself.

Once I typed in the final words, I was so relieved and emotionally exhausted.  My heart was pounding.  I couldn’t believe I actually did it.  “Oh, my god, I finished,” I kept saying, with nervous laughter and teary eyes.  It was also a good thing no one was home to witness how crazy I must have looked.  But I was so happy and treated myself to some chocolate.

The next day, I marked November 1, 2015, as the one-year anniversary when I started writing my novel.  It still needs improvement, but I’m proud of my work.  Along the way, I learned that writing is hard and takes a lot of time.  Comparing my work to others’ won’t make things any better, either.  We writers will fall into a slump, every now and then, but we’ll get to the finish line, eventually.  I still think back on a comment from a friend and author who said, “For those of you who have never completed a novel, believe me, it’s like running the marathon five times in one week.”

I’m not sure what will happen with my novel, but that one-year “marathon” was worth the time and tears.  And shame on me for almost quitting.

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Also, I’ll keep you updated on new book reviews and recommendations—which are coming up soon.