THE HOPE MACHINE
By John Vorhaus
Hello to all readers of The Paperback Pursuer. I’m supposed to
be here pimping my new novel, Lucy in the
Sky (a delightful coming-of-age story set in Milwaukee in 1969, available
at www.tinyurl.com/Lucy1969 -- so
consider it pimped) but I’d rather use this space to share a few words with the
writers among you. Talking writer to writer is something I never get tired of,
so I’m going to indulge in that passion now.
In
clocking my progress as a writer, I often muse upon a certain metaphor, the
metaphor of the hope machine. The
hope machine is like a slot machine, only I feed it with effort, not coins. I
feed it with hopes, dreams, sweat, and loud frustration, and sometimes it pays
off with accomplishment, achievement and paychecks. Real writers invest heavily
in the hope machine; we just simply never give up. We keep putting nickels in
the hope machine, and pulling that handle as fast as we can. We want the
jackpot, of course: the blockbuster bestseller that makes every other book in
the bookstore sick with jealousy. Still, we’ll settle for any kind of payout,
so long as it’s enough of one to stay in the game. That’s all we want: just to stay
in the game.
My hope
machine is fed with query letters and sample chapters. It pays off with book
deals and exercised options. The jackpot would be just a growing group of
people who see my name on a new title and think, “Another Vorhaus book? Cripes,
I can’t wait to read that!” Smaller
payoffs include, you know, good reviews, foreign rights sales (for literally
tens of dollars!), and the odd and never unwelcome word of praise from a
reader. The smallest payoffs come from anything – anything – that involves trading my words for money. Hell, I’ll
write copy for cereal boxes if there’s a paycheck in it.
Okay,
so hope. We know all about hope. We mainline the stuff. And we have goals,
definable ones large and small. What we need now is patience. Anyone know what
aisle they sell that in?
Interestingly,
the achievement of patience is connected to the question of goals. If your
target is to improve as a writer, you're a lock to succeed – you do it every
day, just by writing – and it's easy to be patient. If your target is literary
superstardom, your odds are much longer and you're going to have to grind it
out over time. But if you take a long enough view, patience is possible there, too.
What
if the odds seem impossible? What if you can't visualize any kind of win from
where you are? Your hope machine is broken. It never seems to pay off. How do you practice patience in the face of
that bad news?
Easy.
Know
that you're wrong.
You're
already some kind of writer. You've already experienced times of swift
productivity, and times of unspeakable frustration . You know what it's like to
just coast, waiting for the next strange wave to break upon your beach.
Sometimes a writer's life rises – the hope machine pays out – sometimes it
falls, and sometimes it just poots along. Whatever state you find it in now, know
this for sure: It will change. A
writer's life is subject to change without notice.
So at
the worst of the worst moments, when writing feels like a hole you can't climb
out of, just remember when it wasn't. Reacquaint yourself with a past feeling
or experience of triumph, to remind yourself that more such moments lie ahead.
Hope lubricates patience.
But
hope needs help, so here’s an approach that might prove utile: Simply ask
yourself, What was my most awesome moment? Then write about it. This will do two
good things. First, duh, it's writing, it’s working at your craft. Second,
you're mentally entering a time and place when you were on top of the world. Scientists
call this a resource state. I call it
psych, and some of that psych is
bound to rub off.
In
practical terms, of course, there are many more ordinary moments than there are
awesome moments in a writer's life, so it's good to be in touch with your
ordinary moments too. If all is going according to plan, even the ordinary
moments will become brighter, more incisive, more completely realized, and more
deeply understood over time. Writers get better. Sure they suffer setbacks, but
they grow in their craft, as a function of their hard work.
We
confront the same sort of issues over and over again in our writer's lives. Is this the sort of work I want to be doing?
Will all my sweat equity ever pay off? Does any of this even matter? Does my
mother secretly think I suck? With practice we become better at confronting
these issues, just as we become better at typing with practice.
Hope
lubricates patience.
Thus
we arrive at the point of this post: Have hope. Practice patience. Above all,
practice your craft. Viewed through a certain filter (the one I use every day),
there’s no such thing as bad writing, because every word we write contributes
to our growth, our experience, the evolution of our writer’s lives.
And
keep sticking those nickels in the hope machine. For writers like us, doomed to
strive, it’s really the only machine we’ve got.
John
Vorhaus has written five novels and many books on poker. His comedy writing
text, The Comic
Toolbox, is considered a classic how-to
book for writers, and will be making money for someone long after he’s dead,
buried and gone. He tweets for no apparent reason @TrueFactBarFact and secretly
controls the world from www.johnvorhaus.com.
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