Hey all,
I know this room is usually about dealing with rejection from a professional sense. This rejection is a little different - but maybe twice as painful, so I hope it's okay. If not, feel free to move this to the appropriate forum.
I've been struggling with something for about two months now.
In the past, I was a frequent poster at AW. I've been gone for about 8 months, and haven't really participated in over a year. Ironically, that's when I began dating my significant other. On paper, she's a great match for me - she's very passionate about the things she does, loves video gaming and is very rational and organized. She has a group of very interesting friends and I've been more social than I ever remember being.
She's been good for me in many ways.
From the get-go, she's never wanted to read anything I've written - she said it was because she was nervous about it. About 8 months in, I was able to convince her to read a short story. She said she enjoyed it. So I gave her one of my most edited, completed WIPs. It took her a month to even remember I'd given it to her. This is a girl that remembers what days off I have every year, recalls what dinner I had on our forth date, where we went on our 6th, and what I was wearing on my 22nd. I asked her two weeks after she'd "remembered" and she was like: "Oh yeah. It was good, but confusing." I pressed a bit more, and she admitted she'd only read the first 3 pages or so.
Now, I'm no Shakespeare, but I know this girl. This is a girl who's top ten list includes Memento. If she was actually, genuinely confused, I think she'd have read the next 30... just to get un-confused.
I remember a time one of my best friends read a 300,000 word piece of crap I'd written when I was 18. I asked him ten years later how the hell he could have made it through that horrid thing. He laughed and says: "You are my buddy."
Wow. Why am I not dating him?
Every time I see her friends, they ask me how the writing's going. It's almost always the first question. Even my friends inevitably bring it up each time I'm with them. I can count on a single hand the time's she's asked me without me mentioning it first.
I read about writers all the time who are inspired by their significant others, who's support has gotten them through thick and thin. Steven King devotes every novel to Tabitha, his own harshest critic. Dean Koontz's wife said: "I'll support you for 5 years." My girlfriend forgets when I send her a novel, then 6 weeks later, reads 3 pages and says: "This is confusing."
If Tabitha King is Steve's liferaft and Gerda Koontz's faith got Dean to realize his potential... guess I'm swimming in a very rough ocean alone.
I don't mean to paint this girl out as a horrible person. I enjoy spending time with her. Our arguments - while more common - are fleeting, and the day almost always ends with both of us happy. And yet, I've written less this year than I ever have in my life, going back to when I was nine. I'm afraid - to me - she's become the opposite of what Tabitha and Gerda are to their respective writers.
I'm curious if anyone else has had to deal with a partner who is the opposite of supportive when it comes to your craft? Are you okay with it? Did you find other muses/support? Or has this been a dealbreaker for you? Thanks for reading.
Matt
I know this room is usually about dealing with rejection from a professional sense. This rejection is a little different - but maybe twice as painful, so I hope it's okay. If not, feel free to move this to the appropriate forum.
I've been struggling with something for about two months now.
In the past, I was a frequent poster at AW. I've been gone for about 8 months, and haven't really participated in over a year. Ironically, that's when I began dating my significant other. On paper, she's a great match for me - she's very passionate about the things she does, loves video gaming and is very rational and organized. She has a group of very interesting friends and I've been more social than I ever remember being.
She's been good for me in many ways.
From the get-go, she's never wanted to read anything I've written - she said it was because she was nervous about it. About 8 months in, I was able to convince her to read a short story. She said she enjoyed it. So I gave her one of my most edited, completed WIPs. It took her a month to even remember I'd given it to her. This is a girl that remembers what days off I have every year, recalls what dinner I had on our forth date, where we went on our 6th, and what I was wearing on my 22nd. I asked her two weeks after she'd "remembered" and she was like: "Oh yeah. It was good, but confusing." I pressed a bit more, and she admitted she'd only read the first 3 pages or so.
Now, I'm no Shakespeare, but I know this girl. This is a girl who's top ten list includes Memento. If she was actually, genuinely confused, I think she'd have read the next 30... just to get un-confused.
I remember a time one of my best friends read a 300,000 word piece of crap I'd written when I was 18. I asked him ten years later how the hell he could have made it through that horrid thing. He laughed and says: "You are my buddy."
Wow. Why am I not dating him?
Every time I see her friends, they ask me how the writing's going. It's almost always the first question. Even my friends inevitably bring it up each time I'm with them. I can count on a single hand the time's she's asked me without me mentioning it first.
I read about writers all the time who are inspired by their significant others, who's support has gotten them through thick and thin. Steven King devotes every novel to Tabitha, his own harshest critic. Dean Koontz's wife said: "I'll support you for 5 years." My girlfriend forgets when I send her a novel, then 6 weeks later, reads 3 pages and says: "This is confusing."
If Tabitha King is Steve's liferaft and Gerda Koontz's faith got Dean to realize his potential... guess I'm swimming in a very rough ocean alone.
I don't mean to paint this girl out as a horrible person. I enjoy spending time with her. Our arguments - while more common - are fleeting, and the day almost always ends with both of us happy. And yet, I've written less this year than I ever have in my life, going back to when I was nine. I'm afraid - to me - she's become the opposite of what Tabitha and Gerda are to their respective writers.
I'm curious if anyone else has had to deal with a partner who is the opposite of supportive when it comes to your craft? Are you okay with it? Did you find other muses/support? Or has this been a dealbreaker for you? Thanks for reading.
Matt
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