Letting Go
It takes two to tango. And it takes at least two to make
a book. Just like a play needs an audience to fully come alive, a book needs a
reader for precisely the same reason.
One thing I have to constantly remind myself as a writer
is that, once I have written the words, ‘the end’ to a story is that I must let go. As much as I labored over the
book, dreamed about it, had conversations with myself about it, agonized over
word choice, character hair color, continuity, repetitive words and phrasing,
the time comes when the book meets the public which signals that it’s time for
me to step aside.
A book is a
conspiracy between a reader and a writer. The reader has to bring it to life
through his or her imagination. The wonderful thing about that whole process is
that my story can become so many different stories when filtered through each
reader’s unique frame of reference. I have no doubt that no matter the care I
take in describing characters and setting, each reader sees them differently
because each of them come to the table with different experiences, biases, and
memories. All of those things have a bearing on the triggers my words pull in a
reader’s mind.
It’s really quite a lovely process when you think about
it. And maybe the readers out there reading this blog never really considered
the vital work they play in every book’s success or failure. Writers provide a
roadmap, signposts, but it’s really up to the reader to run with it, to make of
it something real, a mind movie for one.
What’s my point? I guess it’s to share with you a little
of what motivates me as a writer and what, for me is both a blessing and a
curse. See, when I am working on a book, which is almost always, I am alone
with those characters, immersed in their little world, consumed by their
passions, their fears, their desires, their comedies of errors. I have never
been one for sharing much of my unfinished work with anyone else. That would
somehow be wrong, at least for me. In order to create, I need to be able to
slip into a world inhabited only by my characters and me. It’s always a
bittersweet moment when I write the words, ‘the end’ and know I am moving on.
Sure, there will be editing, the thrill of seeing the cover design, the agony
of trying to help craft the blurb, but once you type ‘the end’ it means just
that. You’re giving your characters and their world away.
I think it’s very difficult for some writers to realize
that once they’ve ‘given birth’ to a book that it really no longer belongs to
them. It belongs to the readers, the reviewers, the world. If you create with
publishing in mind, it’s a harsh reality to accept—your book no longer belongs
to you alone, but it’s gone off into the world, much like a child finally
moving out of the house. Once you let go, you also must let go of trying to
control what happens (same for books, same for kids).
And that’s hard. You hate to see your book suffer at the
hands of people who don’t understand it, you celebrate it when someone ‘gets’
what you were trying to say.
But you must let go. The book is a piece of the world now
and takes on a life of its own. Remember what I said earlier? A book is a
conspiracy between a writer and a reader and the reader, each in his or her own
way, makes the story his or her own.
I guess what prompted all this was a discussion recently
at one of my publishers’ forums wherein authors were discussing, once again,
how to respond to negative reviews and downright nasty ones, and the prevailing
wisdom, at least to my mind, was with silence. I agree.
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It’s harsh but
true: writers must let go. Your stories are no longer your stories. If
you’re very, very lucky, they are many people’s. Take comfort in that.
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