By Tina Ann Forkner
"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!"
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!"
~William Shakespeare, Hamlet
My parents weren't into quoting Shakespeare when I was
growing up, but the advice Polonius gave to Laertes is essentially the same
advice they gave to me. I can think of dozens of examples in which
their wisdom served me well over the years, but I haven't always
followed it to the letter T. Kids have to find their own way, right? Now
that I'm an adult and I find myself giving the same advice to my
own children, it's hard not to think about the times I didn't follow my
heart.
The funny thing is, I was never a follower in school,
so it's not like I planned to let anyone else influence me in a negative
way. I simply wanted to be a writer; a great writer. I was looking for a
way to write better. When I first let someone else's opinion shape me, I
didn't even realize it was happening. Maybe it was the first devastating
review I ever received or maybe it was someone giving me advice they
thought would make me more marketable. I can't remember, but I know I stepped
just far enough away from my heart that I would regret it
later. Luckily, there were others who stepped in to lift me up. Those
encouraging mentors, including my parents, told me to follow my heart.
Ignoring your compass in order to please others
never ends up pleasing anyone. Accepting advice is one thing, but when you
start bending your dreams to suit the definition that others give you, it still
won't make the others happy. Instead of respecting who you are, they will
enthusiastically continue to refine their definition of you - and your
work, if you are a creative person - until you no longer recognize
yourself.
Even as I've tried to maintain the purity and passion
of writing what was in my heart, there was a time in my publication
journey in which I wondered where I fit into the writing world. It didn't
help when I sat at writer's conferences and heard things like, "literary
writing equals no sales," or "don't write in first
person." Those kinds of statements were not directed at me, of
course, but they attacked my writing style and my confidence. Once,
when my second contracted novel was still being written, a freelance
editor told me, "you have to be a really great writer to do that, so you can't." If you want to see
a young novelist falter, those are the kinds of things you should say to them.
Thankfully, I'm not as young as I once was (Isn't that
a country song?). Maybe turning forty changed me, but in both writing and in
life, I think I am finally comfortable being who I am. Perhaps where I fit
in remains to be seen, but wherever I end up, I know I'm following my
heart in my writing. I can't write anyone else's brand. I have
to write my own. I'm writing what I want, loving what I'm
writing, and feeling good about it. It's amazing to feel the
shackles break open with each realization that I only succeed at my writing,
and everything else, when I'm true to myself.
I wonder how many young novelists and aspiring writers
out there are letting others hold them back. Some of you are probably reading
this and thinking, "Yes, that's me." It is especially difficult when
the people pushing you back are people you admire and people who are
supposed to be teaching and mentoring you on your journey. They probably don’t
mean to stifle you, but sometimes writers inadvertently hold other writers back
with rules.
Sometimes the solution is to find a new mentor or
teacher, but all too often, the only person holding us back from being all we
were created to be, is ourselves. It might sound cliché, but do what you
love, and you will love what you do. Of course, Shakespeare said it best,
"Above all: To thine own self be true."
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Tina Ann Forkner’s novel Waking Up Joy is .99 for a limited time. She is also the author of Rose House and Ruby Among Us. A Southern girl at heart, she lives with her husband
and children in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Learn
more at www.tinaannforkner.com
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