Several years ago, I participated in a
writing workshop with the late Jerry Cleaver, author of Immediate Fiction. At that time, I had started and stopped writing
a couple of different mystery novels. I was frustrated, and his feedback,
though fair and accurate, frustrated me even more. I can still hear him
saying, “More conflict. You need more conflict in your story.” When I confessed
to him that I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to write a decent manuscript, he
gave me some of the most valuable advice I’ve ever gotten: “Quit writing.”
I was stunned. There I was paying him
good money to encourage me, coach me, help me write that elusive book. Yet, he
told me to quit. I wasn’t sure whether to be mad or ecstatic. Mostly I was
confused. When I finally got the courage to challenge his advice, he said,
“Writers quit all the time, including me. But if you’re a real writer, you’ll have
to start again. You cannot not write.”
After letting his last comments sink in,
I then became afraid. What if I quit and never wanted to write again? That
would, according to Cleaver, mean I had never been a real writer anyway. Nonetheless, I did quit. I mean, I totally quit
with the intention of never writing fiction again. I avoided anything related
to writing and went about my life. At first, I was giddy with the lightness of
not being a writer. No more worries about plots and characters—or conflict. I
could enjoy reading a book without analyzing it. The freedom of not being a
writer was intoxicating.
After a couple months of not writing, the
impact of Cleaver’s message finally hit me: I needed to reevaluate why I was
writing. As simple as that sounds, I had been focused on outlining, story
structure, and all the other nuts-and-bolts of the craft. Was my goal to write
the perfectly structured novel, worthy of an MFA thesis? While I wanted to
write a quality novel, what I really craved was to write a novel that readers could
connect with.
When I eventually returned to writing, I
wrote the story I really wanted to tell. While I didn’t ignore all the workshop
advice and education I had acquired over the years, this time, however, I began
writing from my heart, not my head. I wrote for my readers, not for other
writers.
About three years later, I published my
first novel, Murder in Madden, which
recently received Honorable Mention in the Writers’ Digest Self-Published Book
Awards. And my second novel in the series, The
Last Sale, will soon be out.
During the past year, I have enjoyed the
book signings, festivals, book clubs, and other interactions with readers. I’ve
never had so much fun. And each time a reader tells me about her favorite
character, or someone says, “I couldn’t put it down,” I thank the writing gods
that I found the courage to quit.
As a first-time blogger on this page, Raegan's bio follows.
As a first-time blogger on this page, Raegan's bio follows.
1 comment:
Your blog reminds me of why I'm writing. The freedom to quit is like the freedom to walk away from somebody you love.
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