NOVEMBER 11, 2010 7:58AM

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I hear voices. Scornful voices. In my head. They whisper –“You’re not a realwriter.” ”No one’s published your book. You’ve never written for the New York Times or the New Yorker. Real writers…”  I do my best to ignore them and keep writing.

 The same voices used to say, “You’re not a real composer. You’ve never received a national award, never won a commission to write for an orchestra. You’ve never scored a Hollywood Film. Or even a documentary.” I argued – after all, I’d been writing music for a  living for years. “Hey – at least I’m a songwriter. I co-wrote a couple of songs with Livingston Taylor on a major label.”

“ They weren’t hits. You’re not a real songwriter.”

“Well, what about those spots for Hershey’s and Chevy? At least I’m a jingle writer.”

Exasperated now, a teacher who isn’t getting through to a dumb student. “Come on, your friends are jingle writers. They work for music houses in New York. They’ve written hundreds of commercials. Two spots is nothing.”

 I don’t even bother to mention the hundreds of pieces of library music I’ve written, the money they’ve made. Because I can already hear the retort – “You know library music  isn’t real music, it’s not even music, chump!”

 I hear voices, and sometimes they drive me a little crazy. But they’re not exactly hallucinations. Because every one of their words I’ve heard from some real person, or read in a magazine, or read in the judgmental frowns on people’s faces.  That din in my head is the chorus of society’s judgment as to what has value in music and writing. It’s made up of critics, prize jury panels, gatekeepers like agents and publishers. Among these voices are those who have made it –who own the prizes, the publishing contracts, the hits and critical acclaim.

 One of the voices of those who made it is that of my father. My barn is stacked with piles of his plaques, awards and honorary degree certificates.  His published books stack 40 inches high, with 10,000 pages. He topped the New York Times bestseller list numerous times.

 It’s hard to believe, but he was prey to voices too. Telling him that the New York Review of Books hated his stuff. That the New Yorker never published him. He could perhaps ignore them.  What he could never ignore to his dying day was the sound of, “You never got a Pulitzer. Or a National Book Award.” He told himself, and me, “I’m a REAL writer,” scoffing at the vast majority of writers that didn’t make a living at it like he did, let alone those who weren’t published. Yet his failure to win those awards could make him feel like he’d never really made it.

 If my father could doubt he was a real writer, what hope is there for me, for any of us who struggle at art below the top of our businesses?

 You don’t need a father who’s a successful writer to suffer the scorn of those voices. What gives them so much power is a myth – the myth of the Published Writer. It’s one every writer contends with. The notion that without being published your words are a mirage on the page, and you are a ghost, a ghost writer whose transparent fingers tap at the keys as you dream that you are really writing. That compared to Jonathan Franzen you’re not only a wisp of a writer, but an insubstantial person.

 If only you can get published, you’ll suddenly come to life. You can just picture yourself walking into the reception for your first book, all the people who looked right through you, the ghost writer, smiling, shaking that suddenly solid hand. You’ll feel like a million bucks, not like crap the way you do now. Then that cute grad student with glasses will come up with a sparkle in her eye and say, “Oh, YOU’RE….”


 I like writing, as much as I used to like composing. Voices be damned, I’m going to keep doing it as long as I still like to, as long as my fingers can still type and my brain still put two thoughts together.  And though I don’t make any money from my writing, I have readers, who read, and sometimes compliment my writing. I like readers, too.

  I do have a problem - the memoir I slaved at for 6 years. I was quite done with it some time ago – done with the words, done with the feelings it helped me process. But it’s not done limping its way through the New York publishing business. Agents like it, but want changes.  I make changes and they want more. Other agents get the changes they want and like it better but then don’t want it. It’s been going on for years. I just hit 60.  I’m starting to know the truth that I don’t have that much more time to do what I want.

 What I want to do is write.  I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hustling my book.  As a musician I should know the importance of timing.  When it comes to trying to get published, my timing couldn’t be worse.  The publishing business is in meltdown. I hear horror stories of established writers with bestselling books who can’t get another one published. I feel like I’m trying to sell ice cream cones in a snowstorm in January. What publishers are looking for is a sure thing. The record business tried that some years back. Everyone knows how that turned out. 

 Whatever my book is, it’s no sure thing.  It’s an unconventional story, not ready made for the marketers who are running publishing the way they did records. Even if my book gets accepted, some editor is likely to torture it into unrecognizable shape trying to make it conform to some Big Concept narrative arc that makes it like some other book already published. There’s no guarantee that an advance would even pay the expenses I’ve incurred writing it.

 Don’t get me wrong – I think publishers perform an invaluable service separating the wheat from the chaff. If you’ll notice on my profile, I’m a musicpublisher myself. The problem is the blockbuster mentality that swept records and movies and has more recently hit publishing. The notion that the only books worth publishing are those with a chance to reach the widest audience and make millions of dollars. It’s a notion that doesn’t allow for unusual products and niche markets.

 So why bother? It’s that old voice, got to get published. Recently I’m tempted to publish it myself.  To do that I’ll have to ignore my father at his most scornful. He loved sneering about “vanity publishers,” in a tone that implied that a writer who went that desperate route was as disgraceful as a pervert in a raincoat flashing a playground.

 But publishing is no longer the “gentleman’s profession” he called it. In fact, the very digital revolution that’s got the established book business out of its mind with panic may hold the seeds of something new and quite good for us writers. The meltdown of the record business spawned a vibrant Indie scene where musicians could create, free of the tyranny of  the blockbuster mentality. The crisis in publishing has scores of writers starting ezines, self-publishing their books, and writing blogs – like this one. 

 Publishing isn’t what it was, and I am not my father. When the record business began its death spiral at the end of the 70s, I turned my back on it and those voices and walked away to an unconventional, but very satisfying career.  Perhaps it’s time to do the same with writing.



















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At least your book is making the rounds of the NY publishers. Half of mine is still stuck in my head! Don't give up. Creative people never think they are good enough (the voice) that is what drives us to be better.
I will never write a book. I am a story teller. I need to tell them. That is what my heart is telling me.

"What I want to do is write"

Yes that is what it says in a nutshell to me.
rated with hugs

This brought me to tears.. I am still crying.
What I want to do is write
I have no ambition to write a book - and now I'm glad.
Maryway -I know I should feel privileged to have to eye of a few agents. Instead it gives me a vague sense of impending doom.
Linda -And write you do, and well!
Karmachick -Ambition is at least as much a curse as blessing.
Well Luminous, I hope you don't turn your back on writing. I very much enjoy your posts but you're right that the current landscape is foreboding.
This is an excellent post. As you point out, it seems like no matter what level of success you have, there's always a voice - real or in your mind - telling you that you could and should have been able to do more. I feel very much the same about "real" publishing vs. the digital revolution. Thank you for an eloquent and interesting piece that I think excellently sums up what it's like to be a writer in 2010. As for your book, whatever path you choose to take with it, good luck. R.
ms lmuse ... you are "writing", and writing beautifully ... you share
with us and you are appreciated ... keep writing and sharing ... rated
... lew
I hope you don't walk away from writing. You do it too well.
I have written longish narrative poems for over 20 years. Knowing no publisher would ever even look at this unconventional style, I went straight to Lulu and put the 2400 poems I wrote last decade in a book for sale.
Well, I don't know that you want to do that. That business of the serial agents who keep wanting changes is an old one. Keep changing agents maybe until you get one that believes in you.

As if I know what I'm talking about.
LM, I feel your pain ... among other things you're an artist not a salesperson ... these days to succeed in any field seems like we have to be both. What do the Chinese say? May you live in interesting times. Tough times for publishing but books HAVE to survive ...
You quote Lennon in your bio: "I have to admit it's getting better, getting better all the time..." Keep John's positive words in your head and in your heart. And I will will be hopeful for you that it all comes together. Love your writing.
Well I just won't let myself hear any of these voices...I am now setting the bar low so that my daughter and son can out do me..wait does that mean I am a bad role model?
As a friend of mine recently noted, you write stuff so people will read it, just like you want people to listen to your music. It's a very different day from when your father was writing. I say, go ahead, publish your memoir yourself. How else will we read it?!

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