Posts Tagged ‘Writers Conferences’

A Worthless Coin

Monday, January 7th, 2013

I have often felt that “Writers’ Conferences” ought to be called “Publishing Conferences,” for it is the question of how and where one publishes that drives the classes and fill the halls with hopeful authors. Even courses on craft exist to improve the author’s odds of publication. If Writers’ Conferences were really just for writers they would draw as many devoted diarists as suspense authors.

But when we talk about publication, we’re really talking about rejection. If publishers and agents never said “no” there would hardly be a need for Writers’ Conferences. Even self-publishing, which skirts those men and women whom writers come to see as gatekeepers, remains haunted by the question of how, how, how to get more readers to say yes.

But when we talk about publication we’re talking about success, and when we talk about success, we’re really talking about failure. When we talk about success and failure we are usually referring to events occurring outside of ourselves (like another person saying yes or no) that somehow prove our value. In this way, success and failure become merely two sides of the exact same coin. And it doesn’t matter whether the coin flips to a yes or a no; you have already lost this game by choosing to play it.

Coins are funny anyway. They only have value because we say they do. We decided that a quarter was worth more than a penny. In truth, the quarter and the penny are worth exactly the same – nothing. We created the myth of failure so that we could enjoy the myth of success. The only true success is the understanding that failure doesn’t exist. Now there is nothing to fight against, now there is nothing to fear, now there is nothing to suffer, and the game is won.

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Human Reality

Friday, July 13th, 2012

I’ll be going on vacation next week, and when I return I’ll be spending a day or so at the PNWA’s Summer Conference, including teaching an “Author’s Master Class” Saturday morning (July 21). I’ve always enjoyed the conference, which I’ve been attending since long before I started Author. I was only in my twenties when I attended my first conference to pitch the first novel I’d finished. I had exactly one appointment with one agent.

I had no idea what to expect. When I imagined this conversation, the agent was cruel and dismissive. She wanted to know why I was wasting her time. Didn’t I know who she was? This seemed very uncalled for, and so I delivered an imaginary speech to this imaginary agent about the real money I’d spent on the conference, and about the real value of every writer’s voice. When my speech was done, I thought, “That was unpleasant. I wonder how it will really go?”

How it went was she was very nice and interested in my book. I left the meeting reminded again of the difference between fantasy and reality. When we think of fantasy, we are usually referring to an ideal vision of the world, one arranged neatly for our success or pleasure. But fantasies take all shapes, including evil literary agents. We call these nightmares, but they are fantasies just the same.

Which is why I like writers conferences so much. Every year they ground me again in the human reality of writing and publishing. What a continuous mess my fantasies make of the world. What monsters those agents and editors become; what clownish parodies those other writers. And then I attend a conference and breath the reassuring air of human reality. No monsters or clowns here, only people.

Good to remember before I head back to my desk. My job now keeps me in more constant contact with those people called writers and agents and editors, but I can always use another dose of human reality. Good to see again the fullness of life in a stranger’s face across the conference hall. Good to remember and then feel it again in myself.

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Used Up

Wednesday, August 10th, 2011

The 2011 Pacific Northwest Writers Conference wrapped up this past weekend, and while I wasn’t there to pitch anything, I spent a lot of time around people who were. In fact, while the conference featured great speakers (Steve Berry, Jane Porter, Deb Caletti, Robert Dugoni, C. C. Humphreys), and equally great sessions on the craft and business of writing, The Pitch becomes the inevitable focal point of many attendees’ experience.

And why shouldn’t it? After all, anyone shelling out hundreds of dollars to attend a writing conference is at least reasonably serious about wanting to become a published writer, and if you want to become a published writer, eventually one of these people called agents and editors is going to have to say “yes” to something you have written.

From my current vantage point, I realize that what I disliked most about Writers’ Conferences was the inevitable dynamic that arose from putting a group of people in the position of saying yes or no to something I very much wanted. The temptation not to see these individuals as people but only as something to be used to get what I want was great. I believe that secretly, beneath my desire and desperation, was the belief that once I’d used someone to get what I needed, once I had this thing called A Successful Writing Career, I would be able to stop using them and deal with everyone as people once again.

Whenever I use someone I feel used. Whenever I use someone I must lie, I must use that which I have developed as an expression of what I love—my language, my humor, my ability to listen—as a tool to get what I want. In this way, I am using myself, and in so doing I cease to be myself. When I cease to be myself, I feel unlovable, unworthy, undesirable. And this is what I hope to sneak past the gatekeepers, this is what I hope will succeed.

It never worked. Only when I forgot to use the agents and the editors, only when I forgot that they stood in the way of what I wanted and saw them as people looking for what they wanted too did I have what we call success. Such a relief to see everyone as a person. Such a relief to be one again myself.

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