Why to Stop Trying to Guess Why a Manuscript Sucks
A friend of mine was upset. “He said it looked like a first
draft!” She looked me pitifully in the eyes. “It was my fourth.”
I just asked, “Were there a lot of typos?”
“No,” she
insisted, indignant.
“Then don’t worry about it.”
She obviously wasn’t convince.
This is a complaint I’ve heard a good amount from fellow
authors, and I didn’t really think of it much until it happened to me.
The fact is, however, the timing for my part was pretty damn
good.
It goes like this:
I had three critiques in a writer’s conference. The first
one was with an agent.
She told me, “I would focus on the world building. But I
think you’re a really good author, and while I don’t represent science-fiction,
I think you should send this to my coworker who does. You can use my name. Tell
them I think you’re good.”
The second one was with a writer.
“You could spend more time showing us what kind of world it
is, but it’s obvious you’re a credible author; I think you know what you’re
doing, and I feel safe in your hands.”
The book itself was something I had worked on for a while—five
months to write it, two years editing it. I was proud of it and confident in
it, even despite the lack of enthusiasm I had gotten compared to other works.
After this, however, I came down with a tornado of emotions,
giddiness and disbelief all in one. Critiques had gone well, but not for this
manuscript. A part of me even deep down believed that I might have hallucinated
the whole thing. But luckily, narcasism trumps paranoia, otherwise, I’m not
sure how I would survive.
The third one was also with a writer. “This is clearly a
first draft.”
Now if I had been under any other state of mind—if I didn’t
already like and have confidence in the manuscript, if I hadn’t just had two of
the most supportive critiques I’d ever gotten, I might have been very disturbed
by this.
“Nope,” I smirked.
It was the fifth. And the beginning, which she had read, had
been through several different versions outside of that.
“Well, is it finished?”
“Yep.”
“It’s your first book though.”
“Nope.”
“Have you been published?”
“Short stories and play premieres.”
“Well, there you go. You’re used to writing in the play
format—”
“I started with novels.”
“It’s your first science fiction though.”
“Nope.”
“You don’t read a lot of science fiction.”
“I do.”
“What?”
I listed a few, staring with Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Ring World, Ender’s Game,
etc.
“Okay, see you’re used to reading satire…”
(Most of those are not satire, if you were wondering.)
Finally I threw her a bone: “Well, this section is the most
recently written part of the book.”
And she sat back, relieved, and said, “There you are.”
We spent probably seven out of my twenty minutes on this
conversation, and what for? What was the purpose? What was she trying to do?
Had I been a person who doesn’t judge my own work or trust
my tastes, or had the experience not to be alarmed by other people’s less than
glowing opinions, the suggestion that it was a first draft would have bothered
me, and her assertion that I had to be inexperienced in some manner would have
been taken seriously.
It’s not that I don’t believe she thought it was a first
draft. I do. But it doesn’t matter. Why? Her assessment was based on context
and her methods of defining credibility.
See, the problem with being an author is that your ability
can never be concretely tested. There are no universal proofs to say, “You are
a good author,” not even success. Is Stephanie Meyer a good author? The world
is divided. Luckily, people are more than willing to spend their time verifying
and arguing such an important and controversial matter. Meyer’s sold more books
than most authors could dream, and yet there are many who maintain that she is,
absolutely, terrible. And on the flip side, could that classic novel that you
think is the most boring, meaningless piece of crap still be good? Is it
because someone else found meaning in it? In which case, how many people have
to agree before the author is universally great?
Readers can’t judge a book they haven’t read by anything but
its cover. Or, at least, by anything but superficial or inane indications of a
book’s potential. Which means that even if we could qualify the quality of a
story, it is impossible to do so before having actually read the whole damn
thing. And reading a book helps if you enjoy it, but no one can ever really
enjoy it if they don’t commit to it. No one will ever commit to a book they
don’t trust, and so they come up with methods to assess a book based on
elements that may not actually affect the story itself (such as the cover.)
She didn’t trust me for two reasons. One, the situation. It
wasn’t uncommon for my fellow authors at the conference to have written the
first fifteen pages of their book a month before hand, turn it in, and leave it
at that. It was filled with writers who had “works in progress” that had yet to
see a second draft.
None of this is a problem, and while I personally don’t give
out first drafts, there are benefits to getting some clarity early on. Doing
something preemptively is always better than not doing it at all anyway. So while
I have a tone of derision, that’s just my inherent voice more than anything
else.
So, contextually, she assumed that’s what I did. And
unfortunately preexisting assumptions always affect judgment. She saw what she
expected to see.
Secondly, it was the methods she used to determine the
credibility of an author. In this case, I would say primarily rule following.
She spent a lot of time talking about passive-sentences, not having a prologue,
so on and so forth.
She was what I’d call a recipe follower, who obliged the
standards of protocol and, I believe, looked for the breaking of the rules when
others didn’t care.
I’m not much of a rule follower. I am very much a, “if it
ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” and a strong believer in not limiting one’s
“palate” if you will. I use the rules to solve an established problem,
otherwise, I don’t worry about it.
So I have passive sentences. And adverbs. And sometimes
sentence fragments, in the case of the prior. I play around with word choice
and use all the purple damn prose I think I can get away with.
She talked about my passive sentences, but she was, at
least, wise and contextual about them, pointing out the specific places where
the passiveness of it lost her. I found the woman to be very smart about what
she was saying, and she made other people’s less
than clear feedback much clearer. I believed she knew what she was talking
about, even though she insisted on my inexperience.
Why? How could I maintain my belief that she was spot on
about her criticism and be wrong about my experience level? How could I think
that I was experienced and looked experienced when someone who I did not think
was an idiot kept insisting I wasn’t?
Because quality isn’t linear, because judging an author’s
experience isn’t cut and dried. Because while enjoyment comes from trust, what
causes someone to enjoy something and what causes someone to trust something
are two totally separate things. She did not trust me because what matters to
her was not what matters to me. It meant that she could not enjoy my story, but
it did not mean my story was unenjoyable. The question really became about why
she didn’t trust me, and how common of a reaction that was going to be. The
enjoyability may have still needed some work as well, but it was a separate
issue all together.
At the end of the day, she told me it looked like a first
draft out of kindness. Misguided kindness, but that was her motivation. She
wanted to say, “You’re not a bad author and this isn’t a bad story. Keep going
with it.”
This is a typical choice for many critics—they try to tell
you why your manuscript sucks in order to motivate you into thinking it could
get better. It’s a bad one. It “looks like a first draft,” is an accusation of
inexperience, one that often instills fear in many writers. It does not make
them believe they have potential, but rather that they lack ability, especially
when it isn’t inexperience that caused them to suck. Writers have spent days,
months, years, wondering what they did that read like a first draft, rather
than just being told by the critic what she thought the specific problems were.
Moral of the story, don’t try to guess why my manuscript
sucks. Just tell me how it sucks, and I’ll make my own excuses.