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Advice for writers on criticism.

Sun Apr 5, 2009, 7:50 PM
  • Mood: Zest
  • Listening to: "Wicked Soul," Another Dark Day.
  • Reading: over my lame poems for class tomorrow.
  • Watching: Disney movies on youtube--fo free.
  • Playing: mind games.
  • Eating: cinnamelts.
  • Drinking: Dr. Pepper. (I wish. The vending machine's out.)
As we all know, or are about to learn, becoming comfortable with sharing our work and receiving criticism about it are two very important aspects of becoming a better writer--a goal of just about every writer who does what they do because they love it. Just like we as people want to become better as a person, natural-born writers want naturally to become better at the things which they do naturally.

"Let the rejections wash over you."

This was a piece of advice I was given recently in joking, but I've thought about it ever since, and really, truly, it's good advice. While for some of us, especially we younger writers, it's difficult to share something with which we've been so intimate for so long, something that's still growing and, if we expose it to the real world's natural elements, might be smothered instantly. And that's completely fine, of course. Sometimes I think it's best to keep these things to yourself while you're still developing as a writer, finding your "identity," if you will, as a writer, your unique style, unique interests, and unique strengths. I really feel that all of this must come before we can begin to publicly address our weaknesses with other people. If this happens too soon, we might even be dissuaded from doing what we love because someone else's fully-developed standards don't take into account the fact that we are still progressing.

However, some of us have been fortunate enough to bring themselves to acknowledge that, yes, we have a talent, and no, it's not Nobel Peace Prize-winning talent, or magazine-publishing talent, or maybe even dA-worthy talent (whatever that means)--yet--but someday it may be if we work hard, remember our strengths and focus on augmenting our weaknesses. For those, it is very important to "let the rejections wash over you." Let other people let you know what they think of your writing. The good and the bad. Understandably, this is a very difficult task for almost all writers. I've described my work this way before, and have heard many, many writers say the same: "my writing is my baby, my brainchild." The natural instinct is of course to protect your baby: but don't be afraid to acknowledge that no one's a perfect writer (not even Hemingway, or Dickens--actually, especially Dickens...Oops, personal opinion overcomes), and one or two negative points do NOT mean that the entire work is "bad" or that you yourself are a "bad writer." While you will eventually come across works that really do need to wind up in the recycling bin on your Dell's desktop for the sake of the world (everyone has them, don't worry), most things can be worked with and good pieces are never "finished." There's always room for improvement. And other people can provide fresh, new perspectives on your work which you are too close to to see yourself. This is a very important step in growing as a writer because others will be able to point out what you need to work on more often than not. (Everyone's a critic.)

To that end, however, make sure you take into account the credibility of the source of criticism. Logically-speaking, those who know what they're talking about always have more weight to their criticism; but, as we all know, it's easy to receive loads of incompetent criticism, too. Don't forget, you don't have to be good at--or know anything about, for that matter--the subject to be a critic. Hence, everyone's got something to say. Please, for your own sake and the sake of your writing, don't let these people discourage you from continuing to write or from valuing your own work. Good critics: 1) know about writing, about literature, and how both of these work in an applied sense; and 2) always see something GOOD along with the "bad." No work is entirely devoid of potential--except for, of course, the Harry Potter and Twilight series (oops, I'm being openly opinionated again).

HOWEVER, that is not to say that anyone can dismiss ALL criticism as having come from someone who's an "idiot" or "doesn't know what they're talking about." Only with experience can we learn to discern between useful criticism and nonsense criticism. And, as always, the final judgment regarding said criticism is always yours.

Whatever you do with others' opinions, however, do NOT stop writing if it's what you love to do. For most of us, I believe, we actually began writing because it made US happy...not because we believed we'd soon boast a massive cult following willing to die (or, in some cases, kill) for our million-dollar series or otherwise on so much as an implied command from us as the author. That being said in an entirely irritatingly round-about way, if it makes you happy, do it. You're not hurting anybody (unless eventually you DO garner a massive cult following and have people killed), and unless you say so, no one can stop you. So take comfort in the fact that most people are idiots and wouldn't know good writing if it generated a mass cult following and got them killed; as well as the reality that as long as you love what you do, someone somewhere will enjoy what you write, and always there will be other writers to support you and give you helpful advice along the way. Despite the infectious devilry which has been cultivated by Amazon.com, otherwise known as "Kindle" and "Kindle 2," it is a good day for writers and for writing.

All of that being said, I hope I've been even a splinter of help to someone somewhere in the big, wide world. But, if not, isn't that just the way it is with writing. Ell oh ell :)

--Katie

Oh WOW.

Thu Mar 19, 2009, 9:23 PM
  • Mood: Uneasy
  • Listening to: "Psychosocial," Slipknot
  • Reading: revising short story for contest.
  • Watching: incredibly talented guitarists on youtube.
  • Playing: mind games.
  • Eating: cinnamelts.
  • Drinking: Dr. Pepper.
DeviantArt never stops changing...This is more ridiculous than all the bizarre things going on with facebook! You can only remake yourself so many times lol. Cough-cough...Madonna...Cough-cough...

O haha.

Sat Jul 19, 2008, 1:00 PM
  • Mood: Sadness
  • Listening to: "Hucha na TV," Faktor 2
  • Reading: "A Fractured Mind," by Robert Oxnam
  • Watching: Samurai Jack on youtube.com
  • Playing: mind games.
  • Eating: cinnamelts.
  • Drinking: Dr. Pepper.
Hm. It's funny that, for several years, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I told myself money wasn't going to be a problem, because I have the drive to do whatever I want to do with myself/make whatever I want to make of myself. But lately I've either become more realistic (in some people's opinion) or less optimistic, because I'm not so sure now.

It's a stupid feeling, at least for me to be feeling, trying to decide if I can make a living writing (not likely), should go into editing, should try to be a professional musician, or if I want to go into law, or maybe psychological research. Based on the structure of that sentence, I'm going to guess that I should cross out writing and editing. (Kidding. Kind of.)

BLAH. Most of those things aren't even vaguely related.

Why wasn't I born into a really rich family? Or at least born decisive?

By the way, I learned "Devil Went Down to Georgia" on violin. I cost $20 an hour, and I'll be here 'til Thursday...

Ugh -_-

Thu Jun 19, 2008, 5:57 PM
  • Mood: Sadness
  • Listening to: CaramellDansen, of course!
  • Reading: "A Fractured Mind," by Robert Oxnam
  • Watching: my screen.
  • Playing: mind games.
  • Eating: cinnamelts.
  • Drinking: Dr. Pepper.
At the moment, I am living in a house with a diagnosed bipolar adult whose medication is no longer effective. Isn't that nice and frustrating?

Ugh. I haven't been able to advance my novel in several weeks. I realized that I've reached a barrier, which, coincidentally, is the crux: currently, my main issue is how to advance the main character beyond the recent loss of his wife. I know how the story ends; but the fact is that I don't want to have to walk anybody through emotional loss of that magnitude. I myself have never lost anyone so close to me, and, honestly, when I can avoid sadness or other emotional distresses, I do...

...Recently, a very, very good friend of mine came around to face, after several months without him, the death of her father due to lung cancer. Until just last week, she would never even talk about it, and I had a feeling that it was not healthy for her to completely block it out. Only a few days ago did she start to show me his pictures, and, last night, after a conversation with me about how poorly her boyfriend treats her, and how sometimes we have to deal with being alone because sometimes we are all we have, she broke down and admitted the loss she was feeling without her dad. Then, of course, she had to go, so I let her hang up after telling her to make sure to rest.

Of course I love her very much as a very dear friend of four years or so, but I have NO idea how to help her, and I doubt anyone who has not experienced such loss and recovered could instruct me on how to do that, either.

So, a similar conflict: I would rather just avoid it altogether, but obviously that would be selfish of me to ignore her emotional trauma because I don't know how to deal with it. On the other hand, and at the same time, though, I get the feeling that I won't know how to solve the issue in my novel until I can sort these ideas and feelings out myself. (For awhile, I considered leaving a time-gap in the novel covering the several years which it takes the character to "heal," but then I realized the ending would crash-finish/crash-land/crash in general, and the ending is the most important part in sealing the "message.")

Agh. But anyway. This summer won't last forever. I'll be moving out in exactly two months; and I get the feeling that once all of THAT stress is off my shoulders, writing will come more easily to me.

I was browsing a book awhile ago about the "so-called" link between genius and insanity. For the first time in my experience, it insisted that those suffering artists who were killing themselves left and right or otherwise drinking themselves into numbness were great despite their illnesses, not as a result of them. Right now, I believe that more than anything.

On a more positive note (and to make this babbling journal EVEN LONGER...) I'm all signed up for college classes (at a college I don't want to go to LAWL *ignore*) this upcoming semester, and I'm excited to LEARN!!! :dance: And to MEET PEOPLE! :nod: And to LIVE AWAY FROM BOTH OF MY PARENTS O JOI. Really, I am excited :D Especially for my classes (nerd). Of course they're introductory (boring, especially since my AP class kind of covered the basics on my English course), but still they'll be fun. I'm especially looking forward to the class on the Nature of Language, since I think about it all the time anyway! Also, I have Intro. to Lit. Analysis (basically the same as AP English 12 Lit. and Composition), Intro. to Communication, and Intro. to Psychology (also already took two courses of at high school, but WHATEVS!). So, lots of fun stuff for the future. Yay!

Kom igen! Gor som vi gor, ta nagra steg at vanster; lyssna och lar, misse inte chansen, nu ar vi har med CARAMELLDANSEN!

And another thank-you to Ben for my outrageously fantastic subscription :D!

Everything is sound again.

Fri Feb 15, 2008, 2:00 PM
  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Handel's Sonata in F Major
  • Reading: "Jailed for Freedom," by Doris Stevens
  • Watching: my screen.
  • Playing: mind games.
  • Eating: gummy worms.
  • Drinking: rootbeer.
THANK - GOODNESS!

I received my first royalties check today for my book...Of course I'm not a millionaire yet, but it was fairly exciting :nod:...before the credit union personnel ruined my mood. But I'm uppish again now, so the world is fair--sometimes.

Hopefully the mad college rush will be done with soon...Beyond expectations, my senior year in high school has been the most stressful of all twelve years I've been forcibly educated yet. Soon, I hope...Soon...

Today, I gave an impromptu (by which I mean I read all the 183 pages of necessary material last night) lecture on the American women suffragists' movement over the span of 1912 - 1919. If you haven't yet, you ought to watch the HBO special, available on DVD, Iron-Jawed Angels. It will tell you what you need to know about Alice Paul. Otherwise, I could just reiterate my lecture lol...It only took half an hour by oratory...

Tomorrow, I have to drive an hour, pay $20, and go sleepless for 24 hours in order to be judged on my playing ability by people who actually know music. If I succeed in being rated a "I," the highest honor available at the competition, I will receive a generic, 1''x2'' metal with a small blue ribbon to clip to the wall with the seven other generic, 1''x2'' metals with small blue ribbons from years past. I still don't understand why I do this every year...

Oh, right. My private instructor makes me.

Anyway, I wish myself luck, and would only like to announce that the world is not ending--actually, I had a dream awhile back that armageddon was coming, and despite what everyone said (including my mom), I stopped it somehow. My mom died in the process, but I guess that's not important. And I didn't mean that the way it sounded lol.

:boogie:

And another thank-you to Ben for my outrageously fantastic subscription :D!

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