Writing Fiction: Disappointment

One of my favourite programmes, when I was a kid, was It’s a Knockout. Stupid games. A man dressed as a rabbit, carrying a large inflatable carrot, flops along a course. At the end is a ramp with water flowing down it. His task is to get to the top, then launch the carrot across a divide into a basket. One chance, then back to get another carrot. Meanwhile, his opponents are throwing actual lettuces to knock him over. The crowd cheers, the commentator screams, the clock is ticking away.

But what if there was no clock? Or commentator, or crowd. Or ramp, or opponents, or lettuces or great divide. Just a man in a rabbit suit with an inflatable carrot, who had to walk from A to B and place the carrot in a basket. Then go back and get another. Over and over. With a general sense that, if there was a game, it was probably being played in a different field.

I have noticed, recently, that a number of the people who started writing when I did, or who I have encountered along the way, have decided to stop or slow down. I know the feeling. When one is trying to get to the end of the first novel; or entering competitions and almost winning; or sending to agents who begin to make encouraging noises; it is easy to see them as entertaining obstacles to overcome. With a clear aim in mind and an idea of when it will be achieved.

But sometimes, it all goes quiet. My competition entries do not place, agents do not even reply, the next novel I am halfway through, does not seem as interesting as the next novel, but that would take three more years and a great deal more effort even to get into a workable state. With no guarantee that it would be any more successful.
The game appears to be being played elsewhere. And I trudge from A to B, A to B, A to B.

Disappointment is an obstacle in itself. But not one that you can drop into conversation at dinner parties and get interested and admiring looks. Just one you have to deal with yourself. And make a decision. Do I carry on? Or do I pack up my carrot and go home.


8 thoughts on “Writing Fiction: Disappointment

  1. So I’m not the only one out there who has threatened to give up! Question is: who wants to play a game on their own? Not much fun, is it?

  2. Nice post. I’ve found it very interesting how uncomfortable people get if you talk about disappointment (“at the dinner table”). No-one wants to touch it; it’s as if you’re talking about death – which makes sense, in a way. My advice (not that you asked for it) is keep going, because otherwise disappointment is guaranteed. 🙂

    1. You are quite right. As someone said, If you don’t enter for competitions, you can’t win. Or ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’.

  3. Come to think of it, it would have made a good alternative ending to Four Weddings and a Funeral: ‘I’m just a man, dressed as a rabbit, carrying a large inflatable carrot…’

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