Craft of Writing: Learning to Say Goodbye by Nannette Croce
About a year ago staff member Wil Hough blogged The Art of Editorial Infanticide, where he noted that "Any word unable to justify its existence is best killed off—not only in poetry, but in essay and short story editing as well." Learning to excise ineffectual words is a valuable skill all writers should work toward. Less important, perhaps, in terms of actually improving your craft, but as important in terms of saving precious time and fragile egos, is learning to say goodbye to those ineffectual completed works from our portfolio—those poems, essays, short stories, and, yes, even novels, that aren't being published because—well, maybe they just aren't as good as we think.
We all have those pieces. We've worked them and re-worked them. Submitted and re-submitted, but we've clung to the main theme and the same characters, and, for some reason, no one else seems to find the great value in them that we do. Still, we keep trying because something—the story itself, our purpose in writing it, or simply having lived with it for so long, has caused a deep connection that, like a love affair gone bad, we just can't quite give up on.
A classic example is Norman McClean. For decades, McClean, a journalist and writing teacher, struggled with an epic novel about George Armstrong Custer. It was not until late in life, after his retirement, that he finally gave up on that novel and followed the old standard of "write what you know." The result was a short story collection set in his native Montana including the poetically written title story "A River Runs Through It," eventually produced into a successful movie by Robert Redford, and followed by the very successful (but posthumously published) creative nonfiction Young Men and Fire.
My own epiphany came with, thankfully, a short story and not an entire novel, but in the time I'd spent revising and submitting it—about four years—I could have written a couple of novels. I was inspired—more accurately, driven—to write it by my first trip to the Southwest. It dealt with Pueblo potters, collectors, colonialism, spirituality, and servitude, all connected (or so I thought) by the theme of feral dogs.
In those four years I'd shortened it and lengthened it, added characters and taken some out, and perfected the dialogue. Then, at a recent workshop, I had the opportunity for a one-on-one critique of my work by the workshop leader, a successful author in the literary genre. In addition to our workshop pieces we could include one work in progress. Of course I included my pueblo piece, and the verdict, in far more words and put as kindly as possible, was the equivalent of "fuggetaboutit."
Devastated, I obsessed on it all the way back to my room, totally overlooking the mostly positive comments he'd had about my newer work. But by the time I arrived I'd remembered something. When I'd first written that story, I hadn't liked it either. I'd told the story I wanted to tell but from the POV of a character I really didn't know. The result, as I'd explained to another writing friend, lacked heart. My instructor said "depth," but really it was the same thing. Over the years I'd convinced myself I'd fixed the fatal flaw, while in reality I'd fixed everything else but.
That's not to say you should regularly dump your work based on a single bad opinion, but when that opinion comes from someone you respect and who generally likes your work, it's time to weigh it seriously—especially when that opinion reflects something you've pretty much known all along, but couldn't accept.
Back at my room I clicked on that file and dragged it to the trash. Maybe someday I will attempt to tell that story again, but it requires a different POV, many fewer characters and a more unified theme. Until then, I'm glad I learned to say goodbye.
Nannette Croce is Co-Managing Editor of The Rose & Thorn. Her short story The Box of Cereal recently appeared in the Winter '07 issue of The Rose & Thorn. Another of her short stories, "The Foundations of Churchill," will appear in the inaugural issue of Sotto Voce this fall.