Write Unafraid, Without Fear Of Failure

I am asked sometimes how I do it.

Write books, they mean. Or finish books. Or finish a trilogy, or jump from Miriam Black to Star Wars, or switch from novels to comics and back again.

And obviously the mechanical answer to that is, you sit and you fucking do it. You say, I’m going to fucking do this thing, and then that’s the thing you try very hard to do. As I said on Twitter today, the ditch ain’t dug till you dig the damn ditch. Beyond that, I can offer a bevy of other answers, many personal to the author and not entirely applicable to every other author, and those answers deal with how you prepare the work, how you outline, how you treat characters and embrace process and whether or not you listen to music while you write or whether or not you get gin-drunk and punch a bear before you write. Or, or, or. Everybody’s different. Everybody’s got their way up, down, or through the mountain. Writers aren’t precious snowflakes until they are.

But there’s a deeper truth going on that I find vital. And it’s this:

You’re always thisgoddamnclose to failing.

Now, the nice way to put it would be: writing means taking risks. Risks are — *bites lip, narrows eyes, smolders generally* — sexy. Nngh. Yeah. Take a risk with me, baby. Drive fast. Live loose. Eat raw cookie dough naked in the saddle of a galloping velociraptor. Boom. Risks. Yes.

But I don’t necessarily want this to be sexy.

I want you to understand, some of the best — and, likely, some of the worst — fiction was written by tap-dancing right on that line separating success and failure. Or, moreover, tap-dancing across the ombre gradient that shows the swiftly sliding scale that carries a work from mediocre to good to amazing to oh fuck it’s shit now, it’s all shit, it tried to jump across the widening chasm and it fell down into the fissure and was promptly eaten by cave lizards.

Let’s talk a little about cooking.

What? I know, shut up, just — just follow the bouncing ball.

You grill a steak, what happens? You apply intense heat very quickly — you want it just right, just perfect. You want it juicy and pink on the inside, tender as anything, but on the exterior you want some color, maybe a little char. Not crispy, but done right on the outside, while almost not at all on the inside. Tender, but not mushy. Thing is, that moment of perfection is about as long as an avocado’s window of ripeness — it’s like, a minute, maybe less. You cook that steak one minute too long, and you’ve lost it. You don’t cook it enough, and you never get to where you want it. (And by the way, if you’re one of those people who wants a steak well-done, just go and eat a shoe. A burned shoe. Do not waste your money on a good steak by charring it to the consistency of an asbestos roof shingle. You monster.) A perfect steak is a golden moment. Go beyond that moment, and its deliciousness swiftly dwindles toward utter disappointment.

Or, you’re making a soup, a stew, a chili, whatever. You add spices and salt and different flavor components — you give it a taste, okay, needs more, you taste again, needs more, still not right, so you try something. You add an unusual spice, or a little vinegar, or a mystic bezoar taken from the bile duct of a young chupacabra. It’s a risk. You can’t add it without potentially ruining it, but without it — ennngh, it just isn’t right. So, you march up to that line, you stare down into the bubbling broth, and you add the ingredient. You hope you didn’t just fuck it all up. Maybe you did. Or maybe you just elevated it to something sublime.

I’m not saying anything particularly new here. The cliche, true enough as many cliches are, is no risk, no reward. Just the same, what often marks some of the greatest fiction — or, put differently, some of your favorite fiction — is a willingness on the part of the creator to take those risks, to march into the gloom of uncertainty into a place where every step might lead to a sucking mire or a starveling beastie. Some of the best work is done when it’s done by an author who knows what they’re about to do is not precisely advisable, or entirely safe, and yet they say, fuck it, fuck this, fuck that shit, I’m doing it anyway, motherfuckers. They broke a rule. They took a thing long past its expected arc. They blew up a trope or juked right when everyone else would’ve gone left. They tried something new, and it either pays off or it fails spectacularly. And honestly I’d rather read something that fails spectacularly than something that just kind of… putters along in the manner of an elderly dachshund.

Tempt failure.

March right up to it. Always write as if you’re about to fall on your face. Add fire. Bring the char. Toss in a weird ingredient. I wrote several meh books before I finally hit with Blackbirds — and when I hit with Blackbirds, it was because I had lost the capacity to care about fucking up. I felt I had already tried everything safe, everything expected. I’d already walked all the paths and followed every map and I still wasn’t writing anything of substance, so I chugged some whiskey, bit a belt, and went hard into that story because I felt like I had nothing to lose. I no longer cared if I failed. That allowed me to no longer be hesitant, to dismiss the fear of failure because I certainly wasn’t succeeding — hard-charging into that unseen fog was liberating, and it produced not only a successful book, but one whose series continues today. Using present tense inside Star Wars was controversial, in part because tie-in-fiction tends to not go that way. Some hated that choice, some loved it, and that’s where I’d rather be. I’d rather be in a place where some people love the book and some people despise it instead of everyone saying, “It was fine, sure, it was a book, and I read it, and now I forget it.”

Just as the stakes for your characters should be raised and complicated, twisted and transformed, so should you view your own stakes as storyteller.

Write unafraid. Do not be tempted by the comfort of mediocrity. Yeah, you’re going to fuck it up sometimes. (Though mind that unlike with a steak or with a stew, the book can be revised and rewritten.) Yes, your efforts to do something that is uniquely you and totally untested will sometimes lead to a narrative car crash. That is as it should be. I’d rather you drive me, the reader, at top speed into a wall then slowly sputter down a quiet street at 25MPH.

Your best authorial self is always one about to ruin the story.

That sounds bad, but I don’t think that it is.

Take the risks.

Get ready to mess it all up.

Leap toward foolishness the way a stunt pilot plunges the plane toward the ground.

Always be leaning toward failure. Get ready to fall. Tell stories that are bold and strange. Make moves that feel dangerous and uncertain. Confidently assert your own chaos as you discard fucks over your shoulder like a cruel child plucking the legs from a captive centipede.

I want you to go for it.

Whatever it is you’re afraid of, go for it.

Whatever fears you have, step over them.

Whatever twists you can take, take them.

Sometimes this thing we do, it’s an act of closing your eyes and falling backward and hoping that the story reaches out with the hands of the audience and it catches you. And sometimes, that won’t happen. Sometimes you’ll crack your head like an egg on the pavement. But fuck it, fall anyway. Trust yourself. Enjoy the plunge.

27 responses to “Write Unafraid, Without Fear Of Failure”

  1. “Write unafraid.” Simple. Easy to remember. Hard to execute. But, must be done. I’m battling that right now but taking steps through it. These posts help. Thanks Chuck.

    By the way, just bought Empire’s End. Looking forward to it. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the first two. The characters, the settings, the action, and the writing style. It’s Wendig, man. Dig it.

    Keep the words rolling.

  2. Thanks my friend. You often seem to have the words I need in the morning, when I’m sitting at my cubicle wondering if I’m “really” a writer or not. Why am I at this job, oh because we need money right, but I still have plenty of time to write. It’s me that keep me from writing. Thank you for sharing your thoughts Chuck.

  3. i understand what you mean. Alfred North Whitehead said that he wrote for an audience of ten people; if they were pleased, then he was content. I think once you get your ten people, it’s easier to write unafraid–especially if your inner enneagram personalities are nine of the people.

  4. I like the steak analogy. I once went to a relative’s house, and was put in charge of grilling the steaks. So I got out a paper and pen and asked each person how they liked their steak. Rare. Medium rare. Medium. Yes, there were some well-dones in there.

    I got out my trusty Broil King recipe book that included the times for doneness by steak thickness, and wrote down the times that each persons’ steak is to go on, flip, and come off (making it so that everyone’s came off at the same time). Set a timer, and went to work.

    No one expected to get anything back than well-done–that was their previous experience by the host who normally cooks them. This was the first time they had me at the grill. They got a steak perfect for each of their tastes.

    Now to apply that to my writing… my short story is on it’s second or third revision. I keep changing things as I learn something new about writing–thanks mostly to Chuck. Once this thing comes off the grill, hopefully it’ll be perfect, and I’ll have the training and tools to take on a novel.

  5. Bowie said something along the lines of needing to go out far enough in the water that you can barely feel your toes on the ocean floor, that if it feels safe it’s probably not worth doing…and what a role model he was for that…to ‘never please the gallery, either’…that the art is something unique within you you have to express to understand your relationship to the world, and how you exist. I botched that but felt the need to share, and thank you for sharing here Chuck.

  6. Expanding on the steak analogy – I’d also add an important caveat (and you sort of did) that you need to know how to identify what a ‘good’ steak is, not just that a steak is ‘cooked’ but that it’s cooked well.

    If you don’t know what you’re shooting at, you don’t know how to correct your aim. Self-assessment (and the confidence to stand by that assessment) I would argue is just as important as facing failure, if not more so.

  7. Give yourself permission to write badly…but more give yourself permission to WRITE. The world is waiting for your stories. Yes, they are…looking in a mirror as I type, which can make for some interesting spelling

  8. Some of the best books out there, the ones people talk about and do book talks at our library about, have this wide range of scores on Amazon reviews. Some people LOVED it, some people liked it and some people really, really HATED it. Those are the best books, imho.

  9. The first thing I learned from you is ‘Finish your shit!’.

    The surprising result of this particular blog post is that I’m looking forward to do another edit round on my finished stuff.

    Thanks, Chuck.

  10. Good God yes. After getting two super-enthusiastic full requests last summer I got all inspired at the conference and decided to embark on a “quick” revision before I sent it off again. Super-simple, will make everything much more better and darker and complicated while still getting the story where it needs to go in the same general length as it was.

    Until it didn’t. I got completely, impossibly stuck just after the 2/3 mark around Halloween and was sure I’d blown the whole thing to smithereens. I was having to pull out too many really good sections that just wouldn’t work with the new motivations the protag had. It finally only broke loose this month(!) when I found a solution that allows me to make it all work the way I’d originally hoped it would, while somehow having been totally overlooked as a possibility way back then. *Now* it should be done and out the door in a month. SUCH a relief!

  11. I love that you compare it to cooking. Taking risks in cooking feels easy — if you mess it up beyond edibility, you can always order pizza. But then, there’s a bit of kitchen witch in my family. Writing doesn’t feel like witchcraft — and I’m not sure what the pizza equivalent is! But, cooking. I will try to feel while writing like I do when cooking. 🙂

  12. “an author who knows what they’re about to do is not precisely advisable, or entirely safe, and yet they say, fuck it, fuck this, fuck that shit, I’m doing it anyway, motherfuckers”

    I turned in that book today. TODAY. I still can’t believe I did it. I still can’t believe my editor let me do it. I still can’t believe I spent the past ten months setting myself up for a public thrashing on so many levels I can’t even…
    I am so happy. SO HAPPY.

    (I didn’t use the word motherfuckers, tho. Not yet, at least.)

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