Following through on a complete re-write of my third book after taking a free course online, I’m back to that word — passion. The voice in my stories, the voice that needs to grab the attention of the reader, the voice that makes me stand out in a pile of stories vying to be published. I have rejections, not as many as some, but more than I want.
The common theme between the three stories that have been submitted, is they lack passion, which translates to my voice is not coming through. But, who am I? I never thought what I had to say was important, hence my ability to listen. Where is my passion?
After following a few links about the “voice” in my stories, I learned the passion is my inner-self spilling out on the page. I wonder about that, oh, I have passion. Passion for the stories, the characters, my husband and children. Do I have passion for myself? Recently I have mentioned that blogging is therapeutic the thoughts and words seem to come out because I’m not trying to “build” something, it’s suggested that blogging is a great warm up to writing, I can see that.
So, I assume if you don’t have passion you can’t write, or at least your stories won’t be read. I tend to do more for others than I do for myself. I guess I’m dull, until you get to know me. I have passion for what is unjust, for family and friends. I once threw my three year old into the family van and drove 1,000 miles to see a friend who was sick. I stepped into the circle where a nasty girl had surrounded another girl and was beating her, and stopped it — I was twelve. I wanted children and couldn’t on my own. I managed to get two children through adoption, that was passion — it wasn’t easy, it took ten years, but made my life worthwile.
Desire: wanting something so badly, is passion. I’m trying to analyze why my passion — my voice, isn’t coming through in my stories, I keep getting the same reaction, your stories are good but not great– “I’m going to pass.” I need to write great, I’m rambling, hoping it will be cathartic. I’m also patient, I can wait. I don’t have to have that red sweater in the display at the local department store. Usually what happens to me is when I finally go there with the money, I don’t want it that badly anymore. However, I did manage to get the Tickle Me Elmo for that same three year old, that year when they flew off the shelves — that was desire, determination and passion.
I do love my story, this one, Flaked Tuna. I think others would too. This is the second major edit I have performed on this story. It’s funny, it sat while I sent query after query, now it’s back to a wip, every time though I think I’m improving it, where at one point it was at its zenith.
I read a blog, How to Find Your Voice, among all the great suggestions was one comment that was distinct. They wanted to know why anyone would have to wonder about their voice as a writer. It should come naturally. I determined, obviously not because this one off comment was among fifty other helpful comments. If you sing, think of writing as a song, if you paint, treat your writing like a work of art. Find the passion in your life and transfer to your words. Write, daily, hone your skill the passion will arrive and people will know it was your work, without looking to see who wrote it.
Nothing is easy in life, if you want something, you have to go out and get it. Complacency is not an option.
Does talking about passion — make it so? I’ll let you know.