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Jul 10, 2013, 07:48AM

Writing for Hire Is Not Spiritual Debasement

It's just a job.

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Writing gets demystified pretty quickly when you do it for a living. All the stuff you hear in creative writing programs about cultivating your own voice? Almost nobody who will pay you actually gives a shit. Instead, the kinds of things your clients are likely to focus on are: Can you meet a deadline? Can you be just as entertaining and accessible as we've decided the audience would like you to be, without being so entertaining and accessible that someone gets offended? Can you figure out something to say about dietary supplements without instantly revealing that neither you, nor we, nor really anybody cares about dietary supplements? In short, can you competently jump through the hoops at your boring day job the way that everybody else has to jump through the boring hoops at their boring day jobs? And can you do it without too many glaring grammatical errors?

You figure all this out fairly quick. But not Anna Davies. Davies is, she tells us right at the beginning of her Salon essay a "real writer"—and as proof, she says she's ghost-written a massively popular YA series. She clearly intends for us to be impressed—and, hey, I can oblige happily enough. I was impressed. Ghost-writing a massively popular YA series? That sounds like a great, relatively enjoyable source of steady income. I'd do it if I had the chance.

Davies, though, doesn't present it like that. Instead, she makes it sound like some sort of Faustian bargain, in which she sold her inner glittery snowflake for ugly, mundane cash. She'd wanted to be a famous YA writer herself, but all she did was write other people's series. She buried her muse so thoroughly that even her editor tells her, "You write well, but nothing has heart."

To which she replies, in a transcendent psalm of self-pity:

"Of course nothing did. I’d given it to them. I’d given them my time, my talent, my 20s. And that was the lesson that had somehow gotten buried as I learned to create characters, set scenes and turn around a revise in three days: Never give more than you’re prepared to lose. In the course of five years and approximately 600,000 words, I’d become so good at mimicking the voice of another author that I’d lost my own, and I’d failed to nurture my own career, not to mention well-being, as carefully as I had the lives of the characters that had never belonged to me."

Davies has written for The New York Times and Marie Claire, and is making her declaration of failure from Salon. Clearly, she spent some time in there nurturing her career. But that aside, what exactly is she complaining about here? That all her dreams didn't come true? That she had to work at a job that was occasionally unpleasant and felt like work? That after five years she's only a quite remarkably successful writer rather than being J.K. Rowling? Jeez, buck the fuck up.

In fairness, when you read the whole essay, you get the impression that there is more going on with Davies than she is quite willing or able to explain. She writes about her mother's death; she writes about drinking too much and relationship failures. It doesn't exactly add up, but for whatever reason, she's obviously quite unhappy. I don't think she's lying about that.

Still, for a working writer, it is kind of irritating to see my profession presented as some sort of catastrophic self-betrayal, and/or as leading inevitably to a dark night of the soul. Reading it, I felt like I'd gotten a little glimpse of how sex workers feel when they have to sit through yet another documentary about how debased and miserable they are. Work for hire can be exploitive and depressing just like any other job, and sometimes people will treat you badly (or in the worst case not pay you.)  But there's nothing about it that's inherently demeaning, or no more so than any other kind of employment.

Apparently Davies has confused her job with her soul, and in the process has lost perspective in a catastrophic manner on the fact that being a ghost is just a gig. It's not a sign that you are dying.

—Noah Berlatsky (@hoodedu) blogs at Hooded Utilitarian.

 

Discussion
  • Love when you write on writing, Noah. Read her piece and was thinking "boo fucking hoo." "Buck the fuck up" is an even better way to sum it up.

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  • Yeah, I mean it's just the reality. There's no shame in making money. I think the 'selling out' culture wars died out a decade ago. If what you're saying is authentic and true, and you need to make money to survive, what's the problem?

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  • Great article, Noah. Only puzzle is why you look at the malignant website Salon.

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