A couple of weeks ago, I wrote
a post about the notion of talent and how people misapply the word to
describe skillful authors who have worked endlessly to learn to write
well. As with craftsmen in any profession, authors get where they are
not through some natural talent but through uncountable hours of
practice.
Having said that,
there is nothing worse than a smug author who claims personal credit
for everything good that has happened to their writing career. There
are many successful writers who make insulting and inaccurate
statements like, “If your book is good enough, someone will publish
it.” Or the reverse, “If no one will publish your book, it
obviously isn't good enough.”
Even some of the
brightest and best authors fall for this self-aggrandizing and
erroneous reasoning. I remember, for example, when NPR's Terry Gross
interviewed Robert B. Parker of Spenser fame, and he uttered this
arrogant tripe. I was amazed. Not only is Parker one of the gods we
writers study – especially for his scintillating dialogue – but
he was a beacon that reinforced our belief that producing a good
novel is one of life's most worthy goals.
Even our heroes like Robert B. Parker can be wrong
Despite his
misguided statement, the truth is that hundreds, or even thousands,
of good novels were finally published only after the author submitted
it eighty times, or one hundred and eighty times. There are legendary novels that have been huge
critical and commercial successes that come with this history
attached.
You've all heard
the stories.
But what about the
authors who submitted their very good piece of writing only
seventy-nine times, or one hundred and seventy-nine times, and when they got yet another
rejection, they finally gave up. Are their novels less worthy than
the novels of the writers who, through blind persistence, submitted
once more? Are their novels simply not good enough as Robert Parker
suggested?
You immediately
see the fallacy of his statement.
You can write a
fantastic novel and have no one discover it. Without a doubt there
are many great novels sitting in the backs of closets and on hard
drives everywhere.
When Tahoe Hijack
sold to a publisher in Paris, I wondered how they came to want it.
The French "Tahoe Hijack" |
Why did it happen?
Do I have the right to parade around claiming that my book was picked
up because it is better than all the other books that didn't find a
French publisher? Of course not.
Most of what
determines writing success is hard work. But life is random and
chaotic. Sometimes the cards fall our way, and sometimes they don't,
and while we can legitimately claim credit for the results of our
hard work, we can't claim credit for any success that comes from those
random cards.
Likewise, when we
fail to drive ourselves to produce our best work and the resulting
mediocre effort falls flat, we should take responsibility for that
failure. But hard, focused effort that is unrewarded because we were
dealt bad cards isn't something that should make us feel shame.
My French
publishing deal was luck.
Did I have a good
book that will justify the publisher's investment? I believe so. And
did my efforts at building a good series influence the publisher's
decision to make me an offer? Probably.
But out of a world
of publishers, why did this particular publisher step forward and
make me an offer?
Luck. I, and other
authors who have had similar good fortune, would be foolish to claim
otherwise.
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