Writer-In-Progress

So, as a writer, what’s your definition of success?

I’ve been thinking on this one a little more lately because while it seems I’m having more success with my writing, it’s success in a different way than I envisioned.

See, originally, when I started writing fiction years ago (high school), my idea of success was to have people like my stuff. Easy enough. What teenage girl doesn’t love a story where the handsome guy falls in love with her and lets her wear his class ring and varsity jacket? (thanks to Julie for making me feel like that story was much, much better than it ever had hopes to be…LOL)

Then my notion of success involved winning something. As fate had it, I was allowed as a freshman to take upper level creative writing at my first (and true love) college, worked on a story all semester, submitted it to the campus literary magazine and voila–won first place.

As an aside, everyone in that class hated my story. I was the only romance writer, no one was killed or died a slow, agonizing, allegorical death, and there were no guns or death rays. Still, I won first place–and still, I firmly believe I was the only entrant in the contest.

As I’ve grown and written, my successful wishes morphed into a “rule the world through fiction” thought. Quitting the day job would be nice…to be able to stay home and write full time…sure, who doesn’t want to give it up to live life in their pajamas eating bonbons and dictating to servants? (oh, you misguided non-writers…)

But that fell by the wayside too, as I reached a success goal in a way I had never, ever anticipated. After all that time dying for fiction publication, I was published nationally on my first attempt. Not bad, but then I gave up fiction for nonfiction since I had so much more luck getting my nonfiction in the door.

And now I’m back to fiction (in the mornings) and nonfiction (in the evenings). The NF comes out like water. Sometimes impossible to turn off the ideas and words. And the fiction, in the rough draft form, did too. I think I managed about 80 pages in one week (longhand). But I’m trying to redefine my notion of success when it comes to being a fiction-writer-in-progress.

I’ve finished the first three chapters of fiction and am starting the revision process with chapter one (an interesting concept I’ve never tried before but works well for my friend JC–prolifically published in fiction–why not try something new?) but man, is it ever slow. It’s taken me two weeks to come up with two pages. I have to admit–those two pages feel like the best, most solid fiction writing I’ve ever done in my life to this point. I don’t see myself changing them. Maybe adding a layer of description or setting, but sticking with the structure itself.

But it’s dreadfully slow. And part of my idea of success is writing, writing fast and writing a lot. Maybe I need to define success for myself for all aspects of my writing process…ten pages a day in drafting, one page a week in revision, one published article a month in nonfiction…? It’s a lot to remember….

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