Friday, April 13, 2018

Where Do I Go from Here? /// The Journey of Digital Pulse, Part 2

When we last left my writing journey for Digital Pulse, I had sent it off to the judges. I was feeling motivated to keep writing. What started as an idea I thought cool had transformed into a subject of hate before blooming into something I actually really, really loved. I even was convinced that I'd be absolutely okay if I didn't win. It wouldn't hurt; I could just shrug it off.

The weeks ticked by. I was so busy with other things that I didn't really give much headspace for the announcement of the contest winners. But then the date drew nearer, and I found out that there was a Facebook party on March 31st, where members of the Rooglewood group could get the announcement a couple days ahead of time. Plus, they were announcing not just the winners, but a bunch of honorable mentions, finalists, and "Special Unicorns"--stories that got perfect scores from the judges even if they didn't win. My hopes lifted. Surely Digital Pulse would be in there at some point.

So I decided to join in the festivities, especially since Five Poisoned Apples is the last collection of fairy tale retellings. I even made a comment before the announcements that even if I wasn't in any category, my heart would be content. Looking back now, I wonder if I was only kidding myself.

The celebration began.

The honorable mentions came and went.

My name wasn't there.

Then the finalists were revealed.

My name wasn't there, and my heart was sinking.

The Special Unicorns were unveiled, along with specially-made book covers.

My name still wasn't there.

At that point, I knew: who won didn't make a lick of difference to me. Because I knew I had lost. My story, which I considered the best thing I'd ever penned in all of my writing days, was nowhere to be found. I'd begun that evening joking around and feeling good; I finished it by joking around to keep up the fa├žade that everything was fine. Inwardly, I felt crushed.


The feeling didn't last long. After all, I had feedback coming! I hoped the judge would have a lot of good things to say about it. I had put my heart and soul into it, going so far as to weaving in a personal theme that brought me to tears. I'd been chatting with a friend of mine about it, and I told him that it takes time and maturity to enjoy constructive criticism. Hindsight seems to point out I lacked both.

On Tuesday, April 3rd, as I left work, I noticed I'd gotten my feedback. I drove home eager to open the email and see what the judge had to say about Digital Pulse. Well, because they were doing "proper" feedback forms this time around, they scored you on several categories. Your story could get a maximum score of 60 points.

I got a whopping 38 out of 60.

And while she did mention some good stuff about my opening, pacing, and originality, she seemed to gloss over that. Instead, she hammered down hard on the other aspects: plot, climactic sequence, characterization, dialogue, world-building/setting, writing style, command of the language, use of Snow White themes, and likability. On a scale of 1 to 5, most categories got 3; characterization and dialogue both got a 2.

You wouldn't believe how devastated I was. My self-esteem as a writer took a massive blow. I felt crippled, paralyzed, frozen in grief. I had anticipated this? If I had wanted to tear apart my own story, I could've paid myself to do that!

As I descended deeper into a vortex of blazing emotions, I didn't know what to do. One of my initial reactions was to delay my Monthly HapPENings post by a week and post this instead. Good thing I hadn't, otherwise you would've all been subjected to something much more raw.

I was told things were going to be okay, I was still a good writer, this didn't define me, and so forth. But those words fell on deaf ears. I didn't know how I could see the good in this situation. Perhaps that sounds a little overdramatic, but it's what I honestly felt.

The next day, I decided to take a risk and make a brief post about it on the Facebook group. I hate to say things like that, because it looks like I'm trying to garner pity. But when one of my top two love languages is words, and I just got my story seemingly ripped to shreds through words, I just need to . . . I dunno. Be encouraged, I suppose.

The response was better than I expected. I got a lot of support from the others. It felt good to know I wasn't the only person who got a lower score. But the comment that encouraged me the most was this one:

Considering that the only time I'd really spoken to Deb was on her blog a number of years back to encourage her, I found it interesting that she came at my time of need to return the favor. This comment, along with the others, helped me begin to move past my grief and heal. Can I say that I don't still hurt when I look at that feedback form? No, of course. It's going to take a while. The writer in me is still recovering.

I've also asked myself where I go from here. I had originally planned on novelizing Darkened Slumber as my next big project, but now . . . now I'm conflicted. What I do know is that it'll be a while before Digital Pulse and I see each other again. It's not like I'm back to hating the story. We just need . . . some space, I guess.

So what was the point in all this, in me sharing my less-than-amazing conclusion to the Rooglewood contests? As I did with A Flaw Most Fatal, there's a lesson to be shared from my troubles. I mean, isn't that our responsibility? I think one way God turns bad situations and occurrences in our life into something good and beautiful is by having us share what we've learned from it with others, to help them improve.

What I gleaned from this emotional, turbulent finale is that my timing isn't God's timing. As the perfect Father, He knows what's best. Let's pretend that you're playing piano, and you aim to make it big. Finally, you get your opportunity. This could be your moment!

But your dad knows you could do even better, or that there will be more favorable chances in the future. So he suggests you get a private instructor to give you some constructive criticism. You agree, confident that you'll nail it.

After you've finished playing, you get the feedback--and you're devastated. You thought you were so good at your gift, but the instructor thinks you need more time to practice. You run to your dad, tears flowing. It hurts. It hurts to seemingly be told that what you put so much time and effort was all for naught. He comforts you and encourages you. And once you're ready to hear it, he tells you that he believes you can do even better. There will be greater opportunities in the future. You trust him, so what do you do? You don't give up, and you continue to practice.

I realized that me getting no recognition in the contest is not a matter of me being lousy at writing or God saying no. Quite the opposite, I think. God wants me to see just how good I could do, then say, "You can do better! I believe in you; I know you can. I gave you those gifts and talents." It's Him saying, "Yes, but not now. Your time will come. And when it does, you'll go farther than you ever thought possible."

And so I believe my Father's words, and I grasp that hope, for it is all I have.


  1. There is so much wisdom in this post, Josiah!

    Writing is hard. Downright HARD. Because it's not just a "job" or little "hobby". No, writing is pouring out our soul and letting others poke and prod it. There is no other job like it and, gracious, is it an emotional journey. OF COURSE you're going to feel down and need to seek comfort. That is natural and COMPLETELY OKAY.

    But if you have a dream you should never, ever, EVER stop pursuing it. No matter what. The criticism you got for Digital Pulse was literally only ONE person, out of the billions out there. That could have very well not been that person's sort of story or style, but their opinion does NOT define your writing in any shape or form. If you look up bestselling authors and their rejection letters, you'll find almost ALL of them got rejected many, many, maaaany times. It wasn't because they were bad writers, it was more often than not because ONE person just wasn't into their type of stories. I personally LOVE your style and stories and know, without a doubt, there are thousands out there who would feel the same. You've already developed a wonderful voice and GREAT storytelling skills. And you're only going to go up from here. With each thing you pen, you'll improve all the more. You should NEVER let a single person's thoughts be the end of your dream.

    God bless Deb and her encourage words. As she said, this does NOT mean you are worthless or your story is worthless. As you said, your Heavenly Father believes in you, and He has a beautiful pathway paved out for you. It might be bumpy and downright tiring sometimes, but it's going to be wonderful in the end.

    I think you have a wonderful fantastic style, and when God gives you the passion for storytelling, I believe with all my heart you should pursue it with every ounce of energy within you.

    Being down, taking a break, stepping back from Digital Pulse for a while, is all perfectly fine and healthy. Allow yourself this time. But don't ever quit dreaming. Don't ever stop writing. You have stories to tell and the world is waiting to read them. And I can't wait to see what awesome things God has in store for you!

    1. Thank you! I wouldn't say I'm necessarily a wise person, but if I can share my experiences and what I've learned from them . . . well, I think it's a wise thing to do.

      You're absolutely right. Our craft is unlike any other. And while it's good to know that needing comfort is okay, I feel like there may be times where I can't really look for external comfort from others. There may be times where the only comfort I have is that which is from myself and God . . . and that will be more than enough.

      Thanks for your encouraging words. I appreciate your kindness. And since I've written this post, I too have concluded that my story somehow managed to get into the wrong judge's hands. But perhaps it was to ensure that I can publish them as novels elsewhere.

      Indeed. Her words were very timely. And that is so, so true. ^_^

      Thanks again for all of the wonderful things you've said! It's really helped me move on.

  2. Ouch. That's really rough. I'm so sorry that this was such a rough time for you, and I hope that you don't let this discourage you from continuing to write. You have a purpose for your writing, and you've been given this gift for a reason.

    To me, it sounds as though the judge was perhaps not the best person to be reading your story - as though she didn't really fit with your style or genre. But I don't really know, obviously. I still think your story sounds awesome.

    Hope you're doing all right . . . criticism of something so close to your heart is absolutely devastating. God bless - and thanks for your honesty. I really appreciate that you're willing to be vulnerable.


    1. Things have definitely gotten better since then. And thank you; I appreciate the nice words. :)

      That's what I think as well. Which is unfortunate, because my story may have won if someone else had read it instead. Then again, perhaps there is a better way for me to get my fairy tale retelling series into the world. Thanks! :D

      You're welcome. I firmly believe that honesty and vulnerability with real issues is good values for someone to have. People appreciate genuineness in someone.