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.
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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