Yes! Yes!!!
SCORE!!!!
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I wanted to talk a little bit about disappointment this morning. This comes from several different conversations I had over the past week or so.
We live in an odd culture. I was reminded of it when I spoke to my father recently. We talked about a visit and he said, “At least you’re over there. Here you walk out on the street and all you see are pissed off faces.” “Pissed off” expression comes naturally to most city-born Russians: life is hard and if you look pissed off, you’re less likely to be mugged. If your life is good, no need to rub it in by smiling too much.
In US, we’re conditioned by society that any negative emotion must be securely hidden from the outsiders. We’re encouraged to put on a happy face. If you’re grieving, do so in private and please be at work as soon as possible. I remember when my mother died, my company rep said, “You can take a day off, if you would like.” If you’re a pessimist by nature or if you are traumatized and saddened by some tragic event in your life, the society assures you that this situation should be corrected and offers an array of mood-controllers to bring you back to the default and normal state of happy. Otherwise, you might make other people aware of your negativity.
It’s curious, because as a society, we don’t have much to be happy about: we have the least amount of social safety net among developed nations and we work the longest hours. According to Forbes, we didn’t make it into the top 10 happiest countries. We get richer as we grow older, just not happier. But we’re encouraged to pretend that everything is fine and to carry this pretense into absurdity: nobody is obese, they’re just big boned; everybody is gifted and special; everybody is a winner.
But underneath all of this real world still exists. And occasionally it chews us up in a rather detached manner and spits us out. It’s not personal. Afterward, we’re left to deal with things like disappointment, for which we have no coping mechanisms in place. Hiding negative emotions doesn’t make them go away. Wallowing in them and pretending to be a martyr and climbing on a cross isn’t healthy either, but that’s another post.
For writers, disappointment is a constant companion. The system we have in place now tells us that as long as we make an effort, we’re entitled to a reward and success. It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you make all the effort you can and you get nowhere. And if you failed, you have no right to self-pity. No, you pick yourself up and dive right back in, and work harder than ever before.
Bullshit.
I’ve talked to several people this past week. Someone was disappointed in their numbers and their publisher shared in that disappointment, and their contract was not renewed. Someone was disappointed in the launch of their new title. Someone was disappointed in their agent. And the dominant thread through the conversations was, “What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t I do better? Why do I suck so much?”
There is nothing wrong.
We all feel disappointment. Writers feel bad about our sales, about our reviews, about lack of enthusiasm from the publisher, about being passed over for an award. People in other professions feel disappointed at being passed over for promotion, at being asked to take a pay cut, at losing benefits. Those are terrible, awful events, and they require time and often support of others to go away. It’s the universal reality of life. We’re not designed to be permanently stuck on happy. We bust our asses, working like crazy, and in the end we still can fail and often do. There are no guarantees in life. Disappointment happens and we have to own it before we can move on. So the next time you fail, I suggest taking two-three days and letting it rip.
Just let it go. Email your friends. Tell your family – or at least those members of it who are not predisposed to judge you. Get some human contact and let your friends help you out, whether it’s a movie together or a cup of coffee. Lift some weights, go for a run, turn the music up and dance. Accept that this is normal and it too will pass and just go along with it. And then, when your three days are over, go back to work, not because you have to pretend to be unaffected, but because while we’re not meant to be constantly happy, we usually feel better when we’re productive.
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Interesting news this morning:
From Bakka-Phoenix 2009 Bestseller List:
“Just for interest’s sake, we took a look at which titles were our bestsellers in 2009. And because we know you’re interested too, we thought we’d share. The top five in each category, in order:
Mass Market Bestsellers
1. Ages of Wonder, Julie E. Czerneda & Robert St. Martin, eds.
2. Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
3. Anathem, Neal Stephenson
4. On the Edge, Ilona Andrews
5. Tyrant, Christian CameronTrade Paperback Bestsellers
1. Wondrous Strange, Lesley Livingston
2. Black Man, Richard Morgan
3. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, Jane Austen & Seth Grahame-Smith
4. Cast in Silence, Michelle Sagara
5. Alex and the Ironic Gentleman, Adrienne KressHardcover Bestsellers
1. Wake, Robert J. Sawyer
2. Makers, Cory Doctorow
3. Enchantment Emporium, Tanya Huff
4. Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett
5. Give Up the Ghost, Megan Crewe”
Ahem. Muhahahahahahahaha! Muhahahahahahahaha!
IN celebration, here is more frogs. The Ninja Frog is especially funny, because we just watched Ninja Assassin, which must be the bloodiest ninja movie of all time.
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The Magic Does Things part of the website has been updated with two bio’s. We’ll try to put up more as we go along.
Link: http://kate.ilona-andrews.com/
Tiny Snippet:
It’s generally not a good idea to growl at law enforcement officers. They tend to frown on that. I gulped my coffee instead. The coffee was the temperature of molten lava. Spitting it wasn’t an option, so I heroically swallowed it. Hopefully my tongue wouldn’t fall off.
Also Princess Coconut introduced the lot of us to a new anime. Since this song is constantly playing in my head, I will now infect you.
Suffer:
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