A Shallow Recess
I’m going to try and write this without sounding childish, but perhaps that’s unavoidable. I may, in fact, be completely out of line to write this at all, but I feel the need to vent my frustrations.
Over the past two and a half years, I’ve channeled nearly all of my free time into becoming a writer, and learning and striving to become the best one I could possibly be. Obviously that’s a work which will continue until I either die or decide to stop, as I can always improve. One doesn’t stop learning to improve at the craft, and in the creating of art there is no ending. In going back to read my earlier work, I can tell I’ve improved leaps and bounds in my skill over the language, and in constructing my plots in a more organized and believable manner.
But I’m at yet another crossroads where I am left to question if it’s really all worth it.
I had a tremendous amount of success with “The Navigator”. Before that novel, I’d been only truly comfortable writing short stories. I knew my first novel, “Rumors of War”, had been filled with a wide range of flaws, and my second piece of novel length, “Ashes of Fate”, wasn’t much better. Even the fantasy novel I currently have in my slush pile and once thought was great isn’t anything impressive to me anymore. I honestly didn’t think “The Navigator” was all that much better (And it does still have its flaws), but when I started posting it, I was completely blown away by the reaction.
For some reason, it clicked with readers, and people liked it. I’m grateful for the attention it was given, and for all of you wonderful people reading this who took the time to review/comment on the story. It was amazing to engage with everyone as they read it, and to see people truly like my work. It wasn’t the first time I’d received positive feedback, of course, but it was the first time I’d received that much positive attention on such a grand scale.
And it might have gone to my head. This is one of the possible problems I’m facing, though I’m honestly not sure. The success of “The Navigator” made me believe I could actually become a novelist and people would read my work, and enjoy it. I started to map out stories in my head, grand plans I didn’t think myself capable of writing before, but now I was really starting to believe in myself as an artist and as a writer. I’d learned a few major things while writing “The Navigator” as well, some more technical hurdles I still had to clear, but I was ready to face them.
I dug in deep and started working on “Return With Honor”. At the time, I’d never been more satisfied with how a story I’d written had ended, but as the story released I found few willing to even give it a first glance, much less a second. In talking with others I head the same thing repeated again and again. ‘It’s because it’s a religious story’ they’d say. ‘The LGBT community doesn’t have the greatest history with religion, and it will bring up bad memories for a lot of people’ was another thing I heard often. I was told the story was “niche”, and that was why people were avoiding it.
I understood that, and I accepted it, though it took me awhile to get over the ego I’d developed from “The Navigator” in order to not take it personally. The story was, in fact, heavily influenced by religion, and I could see how that might turn people in our community away.
Then I finished Ashes of Fate, wanting to get the story completed so I wouldn’t have it looming over me. I knew this was niche already, though I’d hoped the fresh release of the story at a new website might attract a few more readers. If anything, it seemed like I lost some readers during that process, and again I tried not to take it personally. It was just more “niche” writing, I told myself.
Well, I managed to put all of that behind me around the end of October as I threw myself into my new project. “From The Cup of The Worthless” pulled me into it like no story ever has. Even in the busy season at work, I was driven to work on it time and time again. This story beat me up and tore at me in ways I didn’t know it could. I invested more of my soul into these characters than I ever have before, and at several points in this story the emotion for me as their creator was so thick I cried.
I guess I got my hopes up that people would somehow sense that energy from me. I guess I let my expectations get ahead of me, telling me that this story would be the one people would see, to know I’d listened to the criticism I’d received on The Navigator, and to the wonderful advice I’d received from everyone along the way on this two-and-a-half-year journey. I honestly thought this would be the story where I’d finally connect with my readers again, where I’d finally be able to break free from that one label which has been applied to me time and time again.
I’m so sick of being “niche”.
When I was twenty, I received a very important piece of advice from a woman who’d been put in charge of me. She thought of us as her sons, and I know she was genuine in her affection toward us, and wanted us to succeed on all that we did. She was addressing us at a conference where we’d all gathered together to hear a number of important people speak, but I don’t remember who any of the other speakers were, or a single thing they said. I simply remember her clear and poignant statement, “All disappointment comes from unmet expectations”.
I’ve tried to apply that statement to my life ever since. When I realize I’m disappointed in how things turn out, I look at my expectations and evaluate if I was really setting myself up for failure. Then I pick myself back up and start again, ready to face the next leg of my journey through life with a clearer head and reviewed priorities. Every time I do, it gets better, but that doesn’t stop me from falling into the same old pattern. I still end up getting ahead of myself with my expectations, and then they come crashing down, and I’m left with nothing but disappointment.
And that’s what I’ve done yet again, here. I set myself up for failure by thinking that this latest story, which I loved deeply as it was torn from me, would finally make people see I could write something that wasn’t meant for an occasionally dusted niche in the wall. I know it’s my own fault for letting my ego get ahead of me, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
I don’t really know that I’m expecting anything from you now. This was about me venting my frustration, and wasn’t meant to be accusatory or inflammatory in any way. I hope nothing I’ve said has offended any of you reading this, or that you think I have some negative opinion of people who don’t read my work. If anything, the problem lies with me and my work, and my own skewed perspective of the world. I guess it’s just the niche I fit into.
I just hope you’ll visit once in a while and talk to me. . . It’s lonely here.
Peace and love to all of you.
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