This will be final post for Inside a Dog. From here, I pass the honour over to Rachael Craw, author of the highly acclaimed novel Spark.
I thought I’d end by saying a little bit about how my attitude to writing has changed since I’ve gotten published. At first, I was in denial about it, but if I’m honest, it’d been far more scary every time I step up to my laptop to write.
When I started writing, one of the things I needed to get used to was publicising myself. Particularly beginning an ‘internet presence’. I was advised that it was important thing to do, because it meant that I could be contactable. It also meant that I could have some control over how I was portrayed online.
When I started writing, I never expected that my work would be read by anyone. There's such a negative mentality amongst young writers about the likelihood of our writing ever being read, that I just assumed my work would go unnoticed.
When I was still in university and studying a creative writing degree, I used to hate reading my work out. My throat would tighten and I would be terrified of the reactions I’d receive.
If I had a good evening of writing, I would invest a lot of meaning into it. I would fantasize about the praise I would receive and that it may get published and reading it out to a real audience meant testing how good it actually was.
Perhaps other don’t feel this way, but surprisingly, one of the hardest things I’ve had to face up to, is that I will need to get a job. It sounds a bit whiney and spoilt of me now that I see if written down. But there it is.
While researching my book, I read a lot of Young Adult novels. One thing that I found was that there was a habit for writers to ‘talk down’ to their readers. They did this by using many short, sharp sentences, by having two plot changes per page and by having the characters change their emotional state abruptly. All of this points to a fear of losing the reader’s attention.
Since I’ve started blogging, I’ve had to deal with a fair few angry comments. I don’t think I’ve written anything particularly offensive, however there are still those who will write something aggressive.
I’ve quickly realised that angry comments come from people who may be having emotional difficulties. I could write about rainbows and puppy dogs and still someone out there will say they take offense and blast away at me.
I went to an orthodox Jewish school. All my friends lived within the Jewish community, which stretched out for about a ten block radius in the suburb of Caulfield in Melbourne.
My entire life was within the community. I saw my friends all day at school, then in synagogue on Shabbat and on Sunday as well.