12.03.2005

4am emails

What would you say to a wanna be writer who just deleted his 4 month old blog in a fit of drama before he had a chance to shyly ask you to look at it, to see what he knew was good stuff, to maybe give him some encouragement about this whole writing thing? Who now has only the gall to send you a simple, naked email?

What do you say to that person who has that soul, who can write, who can make you cry in happiness or in pain, but who doesn't know how to harness that beast? What do you say to that person who reads your little blog, just one of many out there, but who still feels that chain between his soul and yours, and finally, when it's too fucking late, asks you to give him some advice? When clearly it won't do the little fucker any good? What the fuck kind of writer would that be to represent, huh!?

What are you going to say to that person who, after four beers, wrote to you in a fit of self-induced depression about his now-deleted blog that he never had the balls to ask you to look at when it existed, but now thinks he can write some email that, just like that, conquers the Tower of Babel that stood in his way before. Do you say anything? Do you just post the email and and make a snarky comment to it? Whatever. I'll still be here.
First, I'd say, never post directly to a blog. Write in your word processing program and save your entries in a separate file. It's like a journal of sorts. Writing directly to blogs is like talking to the bartender: you may have some great lines, but no one remembers them in the morning unless you write them down.


This blog is about the business side of publishing. It's not about the art. I could no more tell you what to do at 4am with a crisis of artistic vision than I could fit into Killer Yapp's pink ice booties.

Get tough.
Get a grip.
Write.

6 comments:

kitty said...

I didn't have to read about those 4 beers (only four?) to know he was drunk. I wonder if he'll be embarrassed when he reads this?

Think AA.

SAND STORM said...

I knew you had tried to put those booties on. Over those ankles?

Ric said...

We've all had nights like that...

The odd thing is that he actually hit the button and sent it. Going back to previous posts, you will realize something so stupidly will be remembered...

Watch what you put on the web, people. Simple stuff.

I was going to ask how big a pot I would need to cook Killer Yap, but poodles are notoriously tough, so he'll likely get a pass this holiday.

Dee said...

Ms. Snark says, Writing directly to blogs is like talking to the bartender: you may have some great lines, but no one remembers them in the morning unless you write them down.

I say, more like you don't want people to read them in the morning on your blog. Do you really want to know or have other people know what you said to the bartender. (I once proposed to a bartender, and got a free drink that way. BTW, he turned me down, sigh!)

Best to write it in a word processing program to let your internal editor do their job before your undies are out on the line for all to see (and hopefully your internal editor isn't charging you a read fee).

hic!

Mac said...

Ouch. Poor guy.

One might tell him to find a community of other writers for support, for instance--the Absolute Write forums come to mind, or a good real-life group, if he lives somewhere where such a group is accessible.

One also might tell such a guy that booze and writing together are a bad idea. The two get linked in one's head, and it becomes hard to do the writing without the booze, after a short while.

Anonymous said...

Despair is a common symptom of the artistic spirit. Unfortunately, success is awarded to the people who hang in there and write, for long periods and for little external motivation. The only exception I know to this was John Kennedy Toole. He wrote the Pulitzer Prize winning "A Confederacy of Dunces," then killed himself when he couldn't get it published. The only reason he was published is because his MOTHER had the stamina to pursue the project. He never knew his work was published and acclaimed. We the public never got to see his second book, which would probably have been even better. Find a support network that will give you strength and avoid alcohol. Above my monitor I have two signs; "Writers write, daily" and "It's the effort that counts." Maybe short stories and contests will help you polish your craft while giving you some positive feedback. Writers' groups and conferences help one feel validated as a writer. You know you can do this.