As an uber nerd, there’s no real life event that I can’t relate to fiction in some way. While I want to give you tips on dealing with and learning from failure, I didn’t want to go it alone. So I’ve included advice from the most reliable (fictional) source I could find: Batman. (Bonus points if you read this entire post in a raspy Batman voice.)
In “Batman Begins,” a young Bruce falls down a well, and his father, Thomas, comes to his rescue. While carrying Bruce back into the house, Thomas utters one of my favorite lines in the movie:
“And why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.”
I love this not only because it’s influential throughout the film, but also because it reveals a truth about failure that we don’t often hear.
Continuing from last week…
I was able to catch a ride to St. Louis with my friend, mentor, and fellow writer, Daniel Schwabauer. I never saw much of a point in going to things like movies or conferences alone. To quote Winnie the Pooh, it’s just so much friendlier with two. Also, if aliens or dinosaurs or marauding Huns attack, there’s a chance that one of you can make a quiet escape while the other is abducted/eaten/skinned alive and sewn into gloves.
My friend J. Grace Pennington was recently featured here in a cover reveal for her new book, Implant. Right now she is on a blog tour to celebrate its recent publication, and I’m happy to be able to host her here for you guys today!
When I wrote Implant, I was an unpublished author, still finding my voice and only just learning to finish a first draft.
Wow, what a week this has been. What a month this has been. As the dust clears and the adrenaline dissipates, I begin to realize that the floor of my room is covered in books with no shelf to call home, my left shoe is somehow missing a lace, I haven’t written in weeks, and all my clean clothes seem to be hiding somewhere deep in the innards of the dryer.
Some of you may or may not know that I was homeschooled all the way from cradle to graduation. If you have any quips about all-day pajamas or taking my sister to the prom, please regurgitate them now and get them out of your system. Thank you.
Homeschooling was a fantastic experience for me in many ways. One of the greatest things I learned was the fine art of teaching myself things.
I didn’t want to write this blog post.
I didn’t want to write anything today. I haven’t wanted to write anything for the last few weeks.
I have a Scrivener project minimized in my taskbar, a half-written novella whining for some TLC. I know exactly what’s going to happen in the next scene, right down to dialogue and action beats. So I’m not ignoring it because of “writer’s block”, or some other traditional and proper writerly excuse.