At fifteen, cultivate infatuation of iconic performer (Think: Bowie, but anyone unattainable will suffice). Analyze lyrics to the exclusion of other pursuits, like say homework. Set goal of marrying or shacking up with said-performer by twenty, negating need for college or reality-based life choices. Establish fallback of becoming singer of wildly popular band (Note: Musical talent optional). Journal because some teacher says, “Your writing shows promise.”
Attend college if parents—unimpressed by progress on celebrity marriage—need appeasing. Drop out to follow icon on tour. Disregard if this is icon’s career low (Example: Glass Spider Tour). Don’t mention dropping out to parents. Beg to return when it turns out college is better than working retail. Take random classes because guidance counselors seem unimpressed by career plans involving marrying celebrities and talk about “real” jobs (Note: Vision boards need lots of glitter). When professor suggests Iowa Writers’ Workshop, ignore them.
Remain calm if icon marries model exposing flaw in ability to manifest life goal. Get whatever degree matches random classes already taken. Attend writing workshops. Embrace first thought, best thought because editing is hard and genius—most notably yours—is woefully under-recognized. Journal incessantly. Disregard advice to submit to literary magazines. Maintain faith in destiny of rock stardom (Read: Don’t worry. You’ve got this.). Settle for partner with good taste in literature or exceptional cooking skills. Work random jobs. Read about people untethered to typical lives. Move abroad or into a van.
Question partner’s sanity if they say, “I’ve never heard you sing but you write all the time.” Pursue affordable master’s loosely related to writing because MFAs are too expensive. Write novel about icon-obsessed teen. Fantasize about being next staggering genius. Stop journaling if all entries are about being fat and having shitty hair.
Graduate. Attend whatever writing classes you can afford if (Read: when) it turns out writing isn’t as easy as Dave Eggers makes it look. Toss crappy novel. Write fluff (Note: No hair salons are worth writing about). Discover piecemeal non-fiction saps the soul worse than retail. Marry partner if they’ve stuck it out more than ten years and still tolerate you.
Establish disorganized submission system. Publish occasional short stories. Reconsider first thought, best thought. Revise indefinitely because no horse is dead enough.
Start adult blog about whatever kink you and that person who married you and still seems to like you are into. Write erotic fiction because some website says it will pay the rent. Earn enough money to go out to dinner.
Freak out when thirty-five sneaks up like a ninja. Draft moderately better novel. Have baby. Move back to wherever home is. Get new degree in something practical (Example: Whatever that career counselor talked about). Find real job. Revise second book for ten years (Note: Babies, moving, and degree-getting interfere with writing). Pitch novel. Allow daydreams of overnight success. Get polite rejections. Throw novel away, even if writing group says not to, because one more read will cause permanent brain damage.
Work full-time because it turns out kids gotta eat. Write third novel. Rewrite. Find first novel (Note: It was bad). Cry like a normal person if idol dies because you didn’t know him and he was a human being with loved ones who did. Workshop new novel in whatever program you can manage (Note: You probably should’ve done that MFA). Rewrite. Share with writing group. Rewrite.
Embrace happy medium between first thought, best thought and revise until rigor mortis sets in. Listen if readers say, “Send it out.” Take querying classes. Wonder if getting published or winning lotto has better odds. Keep querying. Get infuriatingly encouraging passes (Note: Rejection sucks eggs). Rewrite. Be pleased, or disturbed, that poor planning and goal-free living are now the underrepresented categories of “No MFA” and “Debut after 40”. Fantasize that persistence pays but keep in mind how that whole rock star thing turned out. Hope that one agent in that one class is right and ageism isn’t a thing in publishing. Pretend to have missed the article that said it is. Don’t give up because at this point what else are you going to do and sometimes people still say, “Your writing shows promise.”
Disclaimer: This is (mostly) a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons (like, say, the author) is purely coincidental. Those wishing to be successful novelists may need to skip a few steps.
(Originally published at Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop Blog 2022)