Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label work. Show all posts
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Working For The Clampdown
By David Nemeth
For the last four months, work has been kicking my ass instead of the other way around. Don't get me wrong, I'm killing it from 9 to 5, but in reality, it's more 7 to 6. The hours aren't the problem, shit, anyone can do the time, no, the issue the work is sapping any sense of creativity or brain-drive, for lack of a better word. On the plus side, obviously, work is engaging and I'm paying for my mortgage, so I got that going for me. On the negative side, reading and writing have taken a back seat.
I'm ain't looking for sympathy, we've all got it hard and some of you probably have it harder than me. I figure that this is a phase and even if it continues, my body and brain will adjust soon enough so that the freedom of my off-hours will return. In the meantime, since this is the internet and y'all got opinions, you got any thoughts on a way forward for me?
Sunday, February 23, 2014
You don't deserve a trophy for showing up
by: Joelle Charbonneau
There is this weird trend that I don’t understand – giving
kids trophies for just showing up to their sporting event or whatever other
activity they’re in. They show up. They get a trophy. For….showing up. Which really means the parent probably deserves
the trophy because they’re the one who brought the kid to the event.
When I was a kid (back in the days of big eighties hair and
New Kids On The Block), you didn’t get a trophy for getting dressed in the
morning and being dragged to your activity.
You had to earn it. Oh – don’t
get me wrong…at the end of whatever sporting season you would get a certificate
signed by your coach saying you were a part of the team, but you didn’t get a
trophy. Trophies were a big deal. Trophies were earned not because you simply
showed up – you practiced hard, you improved and you put that effort into play
and won. The trophy rewarded those
efforts and getting that trophy meant something. Not simply that you had won – because – duh –
winning is kind of a huge reward in itself.
NO…the trophy was a reward for all the things that went into the
victory. The practice. The frustration. The striving to be better. The failures (because as we improve there are
always failures). And the ability to
pick oneself up after disappointment and get back to work.
I guess I’m thinking about this participation trophy thing a
lot because of the Olympics. I love the
Olympics. I love the celebration of hard
work and dedication and the striving for one’s best even though the odds are
stacked against you to win anything.
Showing up – being part of the Olympics is its own reward. That’s the trophy and for the majority of the
athletes that go to the Olympics, the experience and memory of that experience
is the only reward they will take away from the Olympic village. They know that going in. They know winning a medal only happens for a
small number of the athlete’s there. But
that doesn’t stop them. And when they
win a medal – the Olympic version of a trophy – it means more because they had
to do more than just show up to receive it.
They had to be their very best.
So, I guess my point is – not everyone deserves a
trophy.
Sorry! I don’t think
it helps build self-esteem. Kids
understand that they won it for doing nothing.
What it does is build an expectation that they simply have to show up in
order to be rewarded. No other effort is
required.
Um...NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
I’m sorry, but effort is required in life and sometimes the effort isn’t
rewarded by a big shiny trophy.
Sometimes the effort and the learning and the accomplishment needs to
serve as its own reward. Because it IS a
reward.
This “win a trophy for showing up” attitude isn’t just seen
in kids’ sports. I see it
everywhere. Parents who believe their
kids shouldn’t be penalized for not doing their homework on time…after all…they
showed up to class. College kids who
complain that they aren’t getting the education they want, but don’t bother to
talk to their advisors or to do more than the bare minimum to pass the classes
they don’t like. And writers who feel as
if just because they wrote a book they deserve to make a million dollars.
Yeah – you had to know that this was going to swing back
around to writing.
When I started writing, I didn’t go into it with the idea
that I would be published or that it would become a career. I wanted to write a story. So I did.
It was bad, but it was written.
Did I know it was bad when I wrote it?
Of course not! I was proud of
that book. When people said I should try
to have it published I thought, “Yes! I
should.” And I have the rejections to
prove that I tried.
That book was bad. I
showed up. I did some work. But I didn’t deserve the proverbial trophy. So, I had a choice. To keep writing or to walk away. There wasn’t any question in my mind what to
do. I sat down, opened a new book and
got to work. For years, I went to
conferences and writer meetings. I wrote
hundreds of thousands of words. I
entered contests and won none of them. I
queried more books and got rejected.
There were no trophies for me. No
positive public acknowledgment of my work.
Not a single one. But still I
showed up. Because I wanted to be
better. I wanted to push myself to be
the best writer I could. To me…being a
writer was a lot like being at the Olympic Games. I was in the door. I was competing – not with other writers, but
with myself. And it was that competition
– that striving to become better – that was the ultimate goal.
With the rise of self-publishing (and I am in favor of
self-publishing so this isn’t about whether or not you should
self-publish…those kinds of posts have been written by others way better
informed and articulate than I on the subject), the attitude of “I showed up so
I should win a trophy” seems to have infiltrated the writing community. I’ve met dozens of writers who believe that
just because they wrote a book they deserve to be published. They deserve
the trophy. They showed up. They wrote words. They want to be published and have hundreds
and thousands of readers and they want it now.
This attitude isn’t indicative of all writers. Not even close. But, I have seen the “I deserve a trophy” attitude become more and more prevalent in online
discussions and in my face to face conversations with other writers. In those moments, I see people who are so
concerned with how fast they can get the trophy that they discount the journey
to get it.
The journey is important not just the destination. It is in the journey that we learn. We grow.
We become better. As a writer
that journey is about learning the craft and the business and understanding
your voice. The journey is filled with
triumphs big and small, terrible failures and low moments where you feel
incredibly alone and without skill, and quiet moments of success when you least
expect it. It is that journey not the
trophy at the finish line that turns aspiring writers into authors. The trophy is meaningless without the
journey. But, I would argue the journey
has value above measure even when the writer never holds the trophy aloft.
When I wrote my first novel, I was proud of showing up at my
keyboard every day because there was nothing to make me. There was no reward other than the desire to
push myself. There wasn’t a trophy that
I could hold aloft and show to the world.
There was just me and the blank page and the desire to see what I was
capable of.
Are there trophies now?
Well, I guess so because there are books. Shiny, wonderful books that I am incredibly
proud of. Books that I love and that I
wouldn’t trade for anything. But there’s
something they don’t tell you about trophies.
Trophies are acknowledgements of achievements that are in the past. They
are shiny and fun to look at, but those moments are done. The real question is – what are you going to
do in the future?
Admire your trophies or sit down and get to work on a new
journey where there is no guarantee of a trophy just for showing up and only
the promise of learning during a new adventure?
I’m sitting down to work.
How about you?
Sunday, January 20, 2013
This book sucks!
by: Joelle Charbonneau
At some point in the creation process, everyone has
doubts. Everyone believes that what they
are working on has no validity. They are
certain that what they have written, or composed or painted well and truly
sucks.
Maybe it does.
Maybe it doesn’t.
That’s not really the point.
The point is that everyone – NY Times Best Selling author to first time
novelist – has these feelings. At some
point in the process the excitement of the bright and shiny new story loses its
luster. The adrenaline rush fades and
what is left in its place isn’t fun and fabulous and filled with joy. It’s work.
That’s right, sports fans.
Creating something new takes work.
And during that process there will come a point where the work looks
dull and lifeless and it takes supreme effort to make yourself sit down at the
computer and face the next page. You
want to metaphorically wad what you have up in a ball and throw it in the
trash. You think you are the worst
writer in the world and that the story you are telling would be better served
if someone else did it. You think maybe…just
maybe…this isn’t the story you are supposed to be telling and you start
imagining new story ideas. What if…. How about….
Yep…this is the point in our tale where a large number of
writers abandon ship. They feel the
punch of delight that comes with a fresh new idea…one that hasn’t reach the
point where it feels like work and doesn’t suck and they begin again. However, I warn all of you who stand at this
precipice –don’t do it! Because the
bright and shiny always fades and doubts will always creep in.
Creating something from nothing is hard. It’s never perfect and it is at those
miserably unhappy “this book sucks” moments that you prove whether or not you really
and truly have the courage to be an author.
On those days when sitting down at the computer feels akin to having a
root canal you have a choice—to give into the worries or to face the fear, and
get to work. Courage is required to
finish what you start. Courage is
necessary to allow the story to be told before you pass judgment. Courage is part of what makes an artist of
any kind.
For me the “this book sucks” moment always happens between
pages 100-150. I think I’m not doing the
story justice. I believe I have jumped
the shark or taken a turn for the unbelievable.
I’m certain I should never have attempted to be an author in the first
place. In my relatively short career as an
author, I have written almost fourteen novels.
Four will never see the light of day.
(Trust me, this is for the best!)
There are nine that are either published or under contract and in the
process of going through the publishing process. One…well…who knows what will happen to it. The point is, in every novel, I came to a
crossroads where I wanted to throw up my hands and walk away. But I didn’t.
I chose to sit down, gag the inner critic and work.
Today, I am at page 120 of my manuscript. Wow, does it suck. Or maybe it doesn’t. I desperately want this book to be great so
it is hard to be objective. So instead
of worrying that it isn’t strong enough or evocative enough or….well, you get
the point…I am going to open the document and work. I will fill the pages. I will get to The End. Because I refuse to give up. I want to be able to call myself an
author. And this is what an author does.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Working parent guilt
by: Joelle Charbonneau
HELP!
The last couple of weeks have been challenging. A new book came out (yay!). I’ve finished writing a manuscript (double
yay). I’ve been hard at work on
revisions for one of my editors (eek!).
Through it all I’ve done my best to balance work and family. There are days do better than others. Some days I get lots of writing related stuff
gets done, dinner is cooked on the stove and put on the table, laundry gets cleaned
and the four-year-old is happy, healthy and all around awesome.
This was one of those weeks.
For those who watch my twitter feed with any frequency, you’ll know the
small person in my house has a tendency to spike high fevers. In the past year we’ve had pneumonia and
several bouts of fever filled viruses.
This weekend was the second time this month we’ve watched temperatures
soar over 102.
Now, I’ll admit I’m getting pretty good at not panicking
when fevers spike. I’ve got the routine
down. The doctor only gets a call when
absolutely necessary. However, I have
yet to figure out how to skillfully juggle being nurse-Mom and being
working-Mom. The days that the
four-year-old is sick, work tends to get shoved to the side. Although, some days, like this weekend, that
wasn’t possible.
And wow – does that make me feel guilty.
Was the tot well cared for when I wasn’t putting
thermometers in his mouth and snuggling him?
You betcha. My mother is all
kinds of awesome when to comes to my son.
But I still felt bad that I was busy with my work while he was ill. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.
So—tell me DSD friends—do you feel this same guilt when you
have to leave a sick child in order to fulfill other responsibilities? Do you have a good method of keeping the
guilt at bay? I can use all the advice I
can get!
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