Thursday, January 18, 2007
The write stuff
Ever since I started tapping away at the keyboard, I've fielded harsh criticism and personal attacks as well as sweet sweet praise.
I've been called ugly and old and fat and stupid.
An inflatable lawn ornament earned me accusations of being an egocentric and generally bad mother as well as an ungrateful American.
My lascivious offer to Mike Rowe garnered disapproving sniffs from local literatis as well as kudos from around the world.
I was advised that the graphic associated with this post would likely preclude my acceptance in some elite literary circles. I respect the person who told me this, so I went back and reread the post, which garnered 43 comments. I found it to be more edgy and funny and ironic than I had remembered and I left it alone.
Many people were deeply moved by my recount of a few hours in a morning bar, but some persons associated with the establishment were not. I felt badly about that. I was as honest and sympathetic as I could be in that writing.
I was deluged with praise for my piece on the crossdressing community of northeast Ohio. But the few scathing criticisms I received from inside the community sucked the light from me for days. And it was strange to read people chatting about the work, which they did over here as well.
One man was shocked by my reference to fellatio in this post. I replied to him, "So was my husband."
My years of local political reporting in The BroadView Journal garnered regular complaints from area politicians, who tried mightily to get me fired. Residents loved my unsparing coverage of their antics.
I have been copiously rejected. Even hurtfully so.
Regarding my novel, I've been told the cover is no good and the distribution is no good and the publisher is no good. The thick file I have of handwritten letters and emails from people who loved the book is worth more to me than a million dollars.
I cry a lot.
Now then, to get a good idea of what it's like being me, go to this sappy post, read it and then read the first couple of comments.
I am a writer. This is what I do.