I'm not a great writer, and never will be. Please, don't object – this isn't false modesty, just realism.
I'm
a competent writer, with excellent nuts and bolts skills. Give me a
theme and I can spin a plausible yarn that will amuse or arouse my
readers. My plots are for the most part believable and consistent,
without the truck-sized holes one sometimes sees. My sentences
generally read well. My characters might not jump off the page, but
they're not cardboard either.
Still,
I know I'll never win awards, never be called a genius, never write
something that will change my readers' lives. I just don't have
anything that important to say – possibly because I've lived nearly
six decades without experiencing any great trauma or tragedy. My
tales aren't mindless smut, but they don't have the emotional or
moral depth of great literature. They're basically throw-away
entertainment. When I die, I will not leave an enduring body of work
behind me. Oh, I've got a pretty long back list, don't get me wrong,
and I hope it will continue to grow, but I doubt that anyone will
have heard of Lisabet Sarai ten or twenty years in the future.
That's
one reason why I work so hard on behalf of other authors, especially
those new to the publishing game. Maybe, just maybe, one of the
authors for whom I do crits or whom I edit will turn out to be a
truly Great Author. And then I'll feel as though I've done a bit to
help make that happen.
I'm
better at mentoring and critiquing than I am at writing, and believe
me, I realize these are valuable skills. I try to apply them for the
benefit of my colleagues. I know a few authors whom I really admire,
who truly have the GA Potential, but still have difficulties with
grammar, or pacing, or coherency. I'm pleased when I can assist them
in smoothing the rough edges of their jewels.
Sometimes
I fantasize about winning the Pulitzer Prize. Hey, I'd be thrilled
with an EPPIE! My identity isn't tied up in those dreams, though.
I've always written, but I never envisioned myself as a Writer with a
capital 'W'. So honestly, it doesn't bother me – too much – to
acknowledge my limitations.
If
one of the authors I've worked with, though, won a prize, I'd be over
the moon. I imagine their work, becoming classics, receiving the
accolades they so justly deserve. If that ever happened, well, that
would be my true legacy – not the slick and superficial novels and
stories I list on my website.
And
honestly, I'm okay with that. I don't need fame to be happy –
luckily, since I'll never be famous. The knowledge that I've
contributed to the creation of something with lasting value is
enough.
