I hope wherever you are, you’ve had weather as beautiful as we’ve (FINALLY) had here in the SW of England. For the past week it’s been nothing but blue skies and 55+ degree temps. If you’re in the south of the USA or California or something, I know that doesn’t sound impressive. But believe me… we’ve had the wettest, most miserable winter/spring, breaking all kinds of records with its rubbish-ness. I’ve been in the UK for 6 years now and this year’s weather has been complete pants. So I am LOVING the recent breakthrough!
We’re back to a#Writemotivation month, so here’s my first update for May. If you’re unfamiliar, then by golly, take a moment of time to acquaint yourself with the awesome group of writers, corralled by our fearless leader K.T. Hanna. It’s a group of encouraging, supportive, and frenzied (but in a good way) writers posting their writing (and other) goals for the month and helping to cheer one another on.
How better to start a writemotivation month than to visit Greenway, the Devon summer home of Agatha Christie? That’s the lovely house in the photo above that the Scotsman and I visited over this past May bank holiday weekend (for you Americans, that’s a national holiday… don’t know why they call it a bank holiday because certainly more than banks are shut, but then, my bank in town is hardly open on a normal week, but that’s another kettle). Luckily, the house is owned by the National Trust and because we’re thirty-somethings going on eighty, we are card-carrying members and got to roam the gardens and house for free. (Love roaming NT properties). They even had gowns and shoes of Christie’s in her closet, which was kinda neat to see.
Anyhow, on to my goals for the month:
1. Second draft of WIP complete. 2. Finish final revisions on SOMEBODY…
Very lofty 😉 A year ago this month, I bit off way more than I could chew by setting insane goals for the month in which I got married. So this time around, I’m going easy on myself. I’m already done with #2.
On to my first revision of my WIP. Good luck this month, everyone! 🙂
This month isn’t turning out quite how I hoped. When does it ever?
I planned on a 3-week online course on women’s fiction, but unfortunately this was cancelled the day it was meant to begin (the day after I booked it), so I had to re-think my use of this month’s writing time.
This weekend I’m attending the Psychologies Writing Weekend put on by Writers & Artists at Bloomsbury in London. I’m really excited as it’s my first foray into writers’ conferences (though I do wish I had a buddy going with me!). I’m looking forward to meeting other writers and getting a chance to do some workshops. I’m also attending a live webinar with literary agent Kate McKean entitled “How to Submit Your Book To Agents.”It’s on May 2nd if you want to join me!
All that to say, most of my time has been devoted to writing. I can’t lie. I graduated in June 2010, and I’ve been endlessly applying for jobs, interviewing, and trying to network since then. A few contracts here, an internship there, but it is has been, without a doubt, the biggest anticlimax of my life.
Why? Well, when you return to university as a mature student — in a foreign country, to boot — you’ve by that time built pretty high expectations and demands of yourself. You’ve missed chances and been unable to focus on one thing in the past, so when this amazing opportunity comes around to make something of yourself, you want perfection. I’ve said it before on here. I worked my butt off to do the best I could on that degree, and some might’ve suggested I put too much pressure on myself, for things that, in the grand scheme of things, haven’t mattered so much. But I did it to prove to myself I could, and whether you scoff at a Film BA or not, getting that 1st is the thing I’m most proud of.
I didn’t expect to meet my future husband before my course even began, let alone that he would be someone who already had his act together (certainly not been my previous experience!). My plan of moving to London and living in a cardboard box until I got a proper job in film died an early death, for a variety of reasons, mostly practical.
I’ve had interviews at some fantastic companies and organisations, and been told countless times, “You were this close!” and “It was between you and one other person.” The number of times the door has been shut, slammed, or locked right in my face is just unbelievable, especially for someone who never interviewed for a job she wasn’t offered in the past. All this time I thought a degree would be the key, along with the work I put into it and work experience, etc.
Nope. God has had other plans. I can’t say I understand them, but life throws you surprises and you have to accept them, no matter how unbelievable. And when I say I’ve been applying everywhere, I mean everywhere. Jobs I’m totally overqualified for that I’ve dumbed down my CV for, jobs that I’m underqualified for that I’ve aimed for anyhow, jobs I’m perfect for either in an industry I care about or not, and still, every door has been closed.
Do I know why? Nope. My name? My nationality? My age? The economy? All these things? Or just that God has another plan?
I read a devotional email today that said in all our struggles and fears, it’s vital we yield to God. When I’m weak, He is strong. I’ve prayed many times, Your will be done. Whatever it is You want me to do, and to want, I want it. Show me how.
But I’ll pray it again today, and every day. I want to do what God wants me to do, just so I’m finally at that place in my life where I’m confident in my path. I felt confident at uni, but that had a countdown that expired on the day I graduated. It was a shadow of the real thing.
Writing has been the one thing that’s been consistent in my life since I was young. I’ve always had stories flowing out of my head onto the screen, and the more I learn about writing and publishing, the more I write and read and talk with others about it, the more I feel confident that if nothing else in all this struggle, God’s given me this passion, bigger than any other one. I can’t ignore that, and if people look at me and say, “Why doesn’t she have a job yet? What’s wrong with her? Is she just irresponsible and lazy? She must not really want it,“ I have to remind myself that their opinions and judgements aren’t relevant. I have to stop worrying about that.
My closest friends know how hard and frustrating this time has been, but they also encourage me to use the time not spent applying for jobs on writing. To those friends, thank you for believing in me, and not making me worry you think I’m lazy, or ridiculous, or irresponsible.
Words cannot express how exasperating, how humiliating, and how confidence-destroying these last few years have been. But if they’ve taught me anything — once I look past the self-doubt — it’s that the thing we have passion for, the thing we don’t feel we’re wasting time doing, whether it pays into a pension or not, it nurtures the spirit to do it. So I will keep writing, learning, networking and reading because it’s the one arena in which I feel I truly belong.
This is a mighty long post, and if you’ve gotten this far, thanks for hanging in. It felt like time for reflection again on what’s been going on. I leave you with some snippets from JK Rowling’s Harvard Speech, which is one of the best things I’ve ever read:
Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it.So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.
So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
Why yes, I am wearing an I Love Sirius Black t-shirt.