There’s a science fiction writer whose work I admire, and whose personal integrity and discipline I admire even more. I’ve known for some time that this writer has a group of anti-fans and Twitter trolls (twolls?) but I never expected to interact with them. However, after I sent out a tweet mentioning the writer yesterday, I received responses from one of the twolls shortly thereafter, insulting the writer’s abilities and success.
What drives people like that? Why do they hate this writer so much that they resort to baiting and taunting him in a public forum?
Is it just jealousy?
Most of what I write (aside from blog entries and social networking updates) is non-fiction, science fiction, or poetry. However, I think my best short story is a piece of literary fiction, and it’s currently in the queue at a fairly prestigious literary magazine. I suspect the end result will be a rejection letter; I’m prepared for the worst.
I’m okay with the prospect of rejection. Success and its resulting reader expectations scare me, though. How do I maintain quality output?
An alternate Me just whispered in my ear: “Trust yourself. Satisfy your own expectations and your fears will dissolve.”
I apologize in advance.
I don’t want to say what’s on my mind, because it sounds weak, frail, and childish, so this post will be intentionally vague, a roundabout way of publicly addressing my need to write while acknowledging my need for privacy.
That’s probably maddening to read, and I bet I just lost half of you, less than halfway through the post.
I’m questioning my dream of writing right now, the fiction dream. The only fiction I’ve published was in my college literary magazine nearly a quarter century ago.
The rub: I’m still afraid of submitting fiction to editors.
I made a commitment last week to re-work one of my short stories and submit it to a local magazine. I thought it would be a slam dunk, an easy way to sneak a submission past my irrationally fearful subconscious.
I looked over the story, then checked the writers’ guidelines. And there was the block: 1,500 word limit. My story is 2,750 words, and though I’m a fan of the “cut by a third” mantra, I don’t think the story would survive being cut nearly in half.
I have a week to write a new story and meet my commitment.
Critiqued two stories for Writer’s Circle critique group.