Thursday, September 18, 2014

Please Don't Write for Your Audience

To a degree, all writers want to be widely-read, famous authors. Perhaps all writers even have ambitions like me. Every once in a great, long while, I’ll say something like, “Yes, such-and-such a thing will happen to me after I write my award-winning novel which is turned into an Oscar-nominated film, in which I get to act and write the theme of the music score.” 
Of course, I’m joking. Or am I? We all write for an audience, hoping that it’s a big audience. However, there is a sizable amount of hype about writing for an audience of one: yourself. What is the balance? What part of art is for us, the writers and creators, and which part is for the audience? 
I’m going to explain a few parts of writing which I enjoy as the writer, without even thinking about the audience.

The part that the audience doesn't know about: I've already waxed eloquent on the advantages of newspaper poetry, but I have an example of this “unknown” from a newspaper poem I wrote. The article was actually a question posed by a person wondering how to best wear the latest style. The question was boastful; the person proudly lauded his/her personal youth and beauty and demanded to know how to flaunt the new trend. 
Through my newspaper poem, I turned the columnist’s helpful and kind answer into a realistic commentary on why pride can pull the wool over someone's eyes when it comes to physical appearances. Readers of my poem would understand my focus, but they wouldn't know about the irony behind the blacked-out lines. That’s my own private smile-maker every time I look at the poem (unless I told my readers, like I just told you … ironic, right?)  

The part where your readers tell you to change something which you know is essential: Recently, I read a book centering on how we shouldn't be people-pleasers. The book was a fantastic, deep read with a spiritually-focused line of thinking. I came away with a better understanding of pleasing God, as well as the understanding that I can do things that I enjoy without trying to please those who don’t appreciate or care about those same things. Everybody had unique tastes.  
As the writer of your poem/story, you also have a degree of “omniscience” and “omnipotence.” In a way, you are in control over everything that happens in your work, and you know what you are going to make happen (most of the time!) There is no such thing as an omniscient reader. So, the next time someone tells you to change what you consider a necessary line, just…don’t. Think about it deeply and critically, but if it fits in the end, just … don’t.

The part where your ideas originate: Over the centuries, readers and critiques discuss how the author’s personal life is reflected in his/her works. While it is true that the personal lives of authors surface throughout their stories/poems, nobody really knows where an author’s ideas are conceived. Sometimes, the author doesn't even know. 
One of the silliest questions an author can be asked is, “Where do you get your ideas from?”
“Um … from my head?” 
In his memoir, On Writing, Stephen King elaborates on how ridiculous this type of question sounds to an author. (Side note: his memoir is a terrific must-read for every writer.) Yes, the idea for The Hunger Games came from flipping channels between a reality TV show and coverage of the War on Terror, but does that fully explain the plots, the characters, the strange mix of Romeo and Juliet, dystopian fiction, “The Lottery,” the love triangle, and the 12 – oopps! I meant 13 – colonies, plus the dozens of other aspects of the books? No way! 
Authors are blenders; the delicious (or disgusting) smoothie of a book that the reader just drank in is the attempted organization of a confused kaleidoscope of years of thinking and living. The readers don’t get to know all of those interpreted and re-interpreted experiences and thoughts. Those are just yours to enjoy as the writer.


What are some other ways you enjoy your own writing and the creative process? 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Why My Book List Is Like My Life

I discovered something humbling the other day: my summer reading list. It was messy, ambitious, and long. Very long. Seeing this list prompted me to write down the actual books I’d read over the summer. I was further humbled because out of the 30+ books I had listed to read, I’d read 3 on my actual list. 10%. Lousy. See for yourself:

My Want-to-Read Book List for the Summer

1.     Beauty Will Save the World
2.      Desiring God
3.      I Heard the Owl Call My Name
4.      Maze Runner series
5.      The Return of the King
6.      Hoy Es Fiesta
7.      Until We Have Faces
8.      The Four Loves
9.      Eat, Pray, Love
10.  Antiworlds
11.  Winter’s Tale
12.   A Streetcar Named Desire
13.  Loving God With All Your Mind
14.  The Book of Lost Things
15.  The Giver
16.  The Ghost Writer
17.  The Passion of Jesus Christ
18.  La Sombra del Viento
19.  The Fault in Our Stars
20.  Midsummer Night’s Dream
21.  Pride and Prejudice and Zombis
22.  Notes From a Tilt-a-whirl
23.  Sun Tzu for Women: The Art of War for Winning in Business
24.  On Writing
25.  Harry Potter series
26.  Wild At Heart
27.  Insurgent
28.  Allegiant
29.  To Kill a Mockingbird
30.  Much Ado About Nothing

Books I Actually Read This Summer

1.      The Book of Lost Things
2.      Waiting to Be Heard
3.      Church Membership
4.      Desiring God
5.      Captivating
6.      The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert
7.      The Book Thief
8.      The Fault in Our Stars
9.      The Five Love Languages
10.  Captivating

We have pretty unrealistic expectations for ourselves. I should remember that because I just found and posted a journal essay about my limitations. Well, I was pretty discouraged about the discrepancies in the lists. I told myself to stop moping, sit down, and make another long Fall reading list, hyping myself up for an invigorating literature experience. Then, God grabbed my mind.
If I had arduously stuck to my list, I would've missed out on amazing reads like Church Membership and The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert. These books were both unexpectedly loaned to me by great friends who are strong Christians. I was so challenged and convicted by both of those books. It’s hard to read things that are convicting because you are choosing to be convicted as you continue reading and every time you pick up the book. Some of the aspects of these two books made me cry over things that I haven’t cried about as I opened parts of my mind and heart that I’d stamped and sealed years ago. Some of the chapters made me think deeper and got me into different parts of my Bible. They both changed me as God used them to help me make big, positive decisions for life.
As for some of the rest of the list, yes, I wanted to read The Fault in Our Stars, but I hardly expected to pull a practical all-nighter reading it the day before I was going to see the movie (I normally won’t see the movie unless I read the book first.) Waiting to Be Heard is the memoir of Amanda Knox, who studied in Italy, fell in love with an Italian, was accused of murdering her British roommate, and landed in a foreign prison for four years until she was ruled innocent by the Italian court system. It was on my book list last summer, and I wanted to read before I went to Mexico, but I didn't have time. I completely forgot about it until my roommate walked in the door of our apartment with the hunking book in her hands this summer. In retrospect, it probably would have scared me to read it before going to Mexico. The Book of Lost Things is Gothic literature. Gothic literature was my favorite type of literature and the only genre that I've consumed for the past couple of summers. The Book of Lost Things is the only Gothic literature on the list of books I actually read this summer. And it’s one of only 4 in the Gothic genre on my want-to-read list. I was stunned when I discovered that fact because my desires had changed so naturally. I didn't even notice that I read less Gothic literature now until I looked harder at my book lists. 
My book list is like my life.
I always make life plans. Some of them happen the way I expected, like reading Desiring God. It was the first book I planned to read after my graduation, and that’s exactly what I did. Some of them happened, but not the way I expected, like reading The Fault in Our Stars. Some of them are entirely unexpected blessings, like Captivating, a spur-of-the-moment buy at a Christian book sale. Some of them are unforeseen challenges, like The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert. Some of them I think I can handle at the moment, but in reality, God knows that I can’t. They don’t happen at all or they happen later, like Waiting to Be Heard. Sometimes He just takes the desire away, like He took away my unhealthy obsession with Gothic literature.
I’m so glad that God is in charge of my life. I know that He is absolutely sovereign over everything that happens. Psalm 115:3 says that God is in heaven, and He does whatever pleases Him. In Isaiah 46:10, God states that whatever He plans will be accomplished according to His pleasure. He knows and does; I just don't and can't. I’m immensely humbled by how He has changed me, even while I've been unconscious of the fact. His grace has preserved me from things He knows I can’t handle, and I get to be reminded once again that it’s not me who knows how to change me and help me; it’s Him.
The actual book list is a lot more beautiful than the want-to-read list. And I get a visual idea of what it means to fall short… once again. But I’m ok with not completing my plan; He always completes His.