Tom Spoke, I Listened
By Nancy Julien Kopp
A new member of my critique group finished reading her short
story, and the rest of us discussed it at length. Then, silence reigned, until Tom
uttered familiar words in his quiet but firm manner. “Send it in! No editor is
going to climb in your bedroom window and search for a manuscript stashed in a
dresser drawer.” No smile came with the words. He meant every word. He repeated
his advice in different ways at nearly every meeting of the small critique
group he had founded. “You will never be published if you don’t submit your
work.”
He moderated with
patience and consideration for the fragile egos of beginning writers. He dished
out praise only when earned, and he had no qualms about pointing out the problems
in a piece of writing shared with the group.
“Send it in!” became his mantra, and, for me, the encouraging
words started to sink in. Common sense told me to follow his advice. After all,
he submitted his stories to magazines and websites on a regular basis, and his
work appeared in a printed media many times. But common sense often quarrels
with a lack of confidence. I questioned Tom’s wisdom as I drove home from the
meetings. Just because he can get his
work published doesn’t mean I can. Or does it?
I worked up my courage and submitted a nonfiction article for
kids to a magazine listed in Writer’s Market. The article detailed a game
reserve park we’d visited, a good subject for young and curious minds. The
interminable wait began. Several weeks later, the editor returned my story
saying that she liked the subject but it needed energy, and she invited me to
revise and send it to her again. Part of me thrilled to her invitation to
rework the story, and another part slowly deflated like a balloon with a leak.
I pondered that word “energy” for several days. I had no
clue what she was looking for, but one day I rewrote the piece featuring two
children and their grandparents on a visit to Kruger
Park in South Africa . I used a story
approach but managed to get the pertinent info from the original article into it,
as well. I still wasn’t sure what the editor wanted, but I followed Tom’s
advice and sent it back to her. That turned out to be my first sale.
Greatly encouraged, I began to submit more of my work. Some
went to nonpaying websites, but they accepted many of my submissions. I
gathered several clips and my confidence level moved up the ladder. I also got
many rejections, just as all beginning writers do, but somehow those published
works soothed the rejection barbs. Success breeds confidence.
After moving to another state, I entered several pieces for
the prose section in our state authors contest. I’d also written a poem to fit
the Theme Division even though I knew little about poetry. I wanted to send it
in, but I hesitated. I had no training nor real knowledge about writing poetry.
Any poem I wrote came from the heart and satisfied me if it sounded right. The
poem pleased me when I read it, but maybe it would sound like pretty amateur
stuff to the judges. I lacked the courage to send it, until one day I heard
Tom’s words in my head loud and clear—Send it in! Send it in! Send it in! I
listened and mailed the entry that day. I got pretty excited when the first
place notice and check arrived in my mailbox.
Time passed, and I wrote memoirs, inspirational articles,
children’s stories and articles on the craft of writing. I didn’t let them
stack up in my files. I submitted them to many places. My work has appeared in
several anthologies, paying websites, magazines and newspapers. I still get
rejections, but they don’t bother me as much now. I revise and submit
elsewhere. Quite often, as I send a submission via e-mail or stamp a snail mail
envelope addressed to an editor, I hear Tom’s voice with a clarity that makes
it very real. “Send it in! Send it in! Send it in!”
Not everyone in that first critique group followed Tom’s
advice. Some allowed stories and articles to pile up in a file of unpublished
work. As for me, I took advantage of the best writing advice I’ve ever had, and
I’m still reaping the benefits.
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