There comes a point when every writer has gotten very good at his craft, but still not perfect. When I say perfect, of course, I mean you’ve reached the point that a publisher reads past the first paragraph and says “Maybe we’ll give this one a shot.” In the publishing world, that’s about as good as a newbie can hope for.
But you’re not quite there yet. You’ve been beating the keyboard for much longer than you care to admit and begin to wonder if maybe you should spend that extra two hours every night serving Big Macs. At least you’d have an income.
Then someone you respect as a writer, agent, or editor comes along and ruins your retirement. They make some heartless comment like, “You’re a very good writer, you know.”
Why would they do that? Just when you were almost done with all of it. You were going to get that job and cool hat at McDonald’s. You were going to check out something called “sunshine” on summer afternoons. You were going to get your wife back and promise her that she would never have to read another manuscript of yours again.
I was gonna be great!
But no. A certain someone compliments your writing and points out the one area you need to work on. The last hurdle.
You think “last hurdle?” Weren’t the first one-hundred and twelve enough?
So here’s the choice: You (meaning I) make one last great push to get it right, or stop by Mickey D’s on the way home for a uniform fitting. Since I loathe junk food and would probably lecture every teenager that walked up to the counter about heart disease and the obesity problem in America, I should probably go for the hurdle.
So here’s what I’m going to do: I’ll focus on my weak areas on this blog. I’ll teach what I need to learn. Feel free to read along and comment.
That last hurdle is a nasty one. I think someone raised it a few inches. And are those rusty nails sticking out of the top?
Here we go…