Secrets to being a successful writer

James Lee Burke. Photo by Robert Clark
The re­wards of be­ing a suc­cess­ful writer are ob­vi­ous. Completing an art­icle, short story or book brings a huge sense of per­son­al sat­is­fac­tion. And see­ing your work in print cre­ates its own ad­ren­aline rush.

Then there’s the fame factor, no less en­joy­able even if it is just the “big fish in a small pond” vari­ety. And, of course, there’s the pos­sib­il­ity of fin­an­cial gain.

But have you ever thought about what it takes to be a suc­cess­ful writer? A cer­tain amount of writ­ing skill is ne­ces­sary and even more im­port­ant is a good story idea.

However, when you get right down to it, I sus­pect one of the most crit­ic­al ele­ment of suc­cess is persistence…and a thick skin.

That’s right, the old say­ing, “Writing is 99 per cent per­spir­a­tion and 1 per cent in­spir­a­tion,” is really true.

And even if you’re a dis­cip­lined, ded­ic­ated writer, you need a sys­tem for sub­mit­ting your work and deal­ing with rejection.

Award-win­ning au­thor James Lee Burke is one of my fa­vour­ite writers. As well as telling a good story, he cre­ates a vivid sense of the land­scape and the people that in­hab­it it. And his char­ac­ters pos­sess a depth and com­plex­ity not soon forgotten.

Burke, now 75, had his first short story pub­lished in a col­lege magazine when he was in his 20s. By the time he was 34, he was the au­thor of three suc­cess­ful novels.

Then came a long, dry patch. Burke didn’t stop writ­ing; he just couldn’t get published.

So he de­veloped a meth­od for deal­ing with his grow­ing stack of re­jec­tions. When a short story was re­turned, he gave him­self 36 hours to get it back in cir­cu­la­tion. He’s used that pro­ced­ure for 45 years. “If you keep your story at home, you’re en­sured to lose,” he wrote in a 2002 New York Times article.

Burke fol­lows the same philo­sophy when it comes to books. His fourth nov­el, The Lost Get Back Boogie, was pub­lished in 1986.

After it had been re­jec­ted 110 times.

James Lee Burke’s fourth novel.
“I’d pub­lished three nov­els in New York then went 13 years without a hard­back pub­lic­a­tion,” Burke wrote. “That many re­jec­tions is sup­posedly some kind of re­cord in the industry.” 
 
Not long after it was pub­lished, The Lost Get Back Boogie was nom­in­ated for a Pulitzer Prize.  Since then Burke’s had an ad­di­tion­al 26 nov­els published.

So now, whenev­er some­thing I’ve writ­ten gets re­jec­ted I tell my­self to “Burke it.” Just turn it around and get it back out there. Because, hey…you nev­er know.

The house that Jack built

It’d be stretch­ing it to say a plate of scrambled eggs launched my writ­ing ca­reer. But there is one break­fast I’ll al­ways remember.

It was 1986, my year to take risks. I quit my job and told my­self it was now or nev­er if I was go­ing to be a writer. But I had no idea how to make that happen. 

Then I saw an ad for a writer’s fest­iv­al at Strathcona Park Lodge. I signed up hop­ing that be­ing around real writers would some­how nudge me in the right direction.

At Strathcona I met all sorts of people in­volved in the BC book in­dustry.  Anne Cameron, Hilary Stewart, George Bowering, Christie Harris, Bill Valgardson and Susan Musgrave were some of the au­thors present. Publishers Howard and Mary White of Harbour Publishing were there as well. I was more than a bit awe-struck.

Strathcona Park Lodge is known for its ample and de­li­cious cuisine, all served buf­fet style with folks sit­ting to­geth­er at long tables. On the first morn­ing of the event I sat down with my break­fast and a few mo­ments later one of the “big names” of the fest­iv­al took the chair across from me.

It was Jack Hodgins, au­thor of The Resurrection of Joseph Bourne, The Invention of the World and Spit Delaney’s Island.

I re­mem­ber his head of curly brown hair, the spark­ling eyes and a friendly-look­ing smile. I even re­mem­ber the clothes he was wear­ing – a white sa­fari-style jack­et and pants.

But I mostly re­mem­ber be­ing over­whelmed by an acute at­tack of shy­ness. What could I pos­sibly say to this award-win­ning writer?

And then, as I bash­fully fumbled with my fork, Jack broke the ice. “Where’d you get that?” he asked in­dic­at­ing my plate of food. And so began a cas­u­al con­ver­sa­tion that im­me­di­ately put me at ease.

In his nov­els Jack Hodgins por­trays a unique and af­fec­tion­ate vis­ion of the Vancouver Island land­scape and the char­ac­ters that in­hab­it it.

 

I didn’t see Jack of­ten but we kept in touch over the years. We dis­covered that Strathcona was a turn­ing point for both of us. I achieved my dream of be­com­ing a pub­lished au­thor; Jack real­ized he could teach writ­ing out­side a classroom.

This July Jack, who grew up in nearby Merville, vis­ited Courtenay where he was in­duc­ted into the Comox Valley Walk of Achievement. This award is presen­ted to former res­id­ents who have ex­celled in their field of en­deav­our and who in­spire Comox Valley youth to be­lieve in them­selves and pur­sue their dreams.

Over his writ­ing ca­reer, Jack has re­ceived many pres­ti­gi­ous awards in­clud­ing the Order of Canada. But I think the re­cog­ni­tion by his ho­met­own com­munity meant some­thing spe­cial to him. 

I know it meant a lot to those in the audi­ence. The tra­ject­ory of Jack’s kind­ness and ment­or­ing seems to stretch into infinity.

Although I’ve nev­er taken a work­shop with him, Jack has in­flu­enced my writ­ing in many ways. His work, of course, is a stel­lar ex­ample of qual­ity crafts­man­ship. But even more im­port­ant has been his con­sist­ent en­cour­age­ment and interest. 

Sitting next to me in the Sid Williams Theatre was Susan Ketchen, au­thor of Born That Way and Made That Way. She stud­ied cre­at­ive writ­ing with Jack when she was in grade 12. “I still have some of the stor­ies he marked,” she said. “They really weren’t very good but he al­ways found some­thing pos­it­ive to say.”

Harold Macy, au­thor of The Four Storey Forest, told me he’s ex­ceed­ingly grate­ful for Jack’s sup­port and guid­ance while put­ting the fi­nal touches on his book.

A plaque hon­our­ing Jack’s acheive­ments was placed in front of the Laughing Oyster Bookstore in down­town Courtenay.

During the ce­re­mony Harold read some com­ments by Matt Rader, au­thor of A Doctor Pedalled Her Bike Over the River Arno and oth­er works. “Jack Hodgins and Jack’s lit­er­ary world are for a young writer from the Comox Valley some­thing like what Faulkner and his world are for writers of the American south…He has a pres­ence in this val­ley that guides our ima­gin­a­tions. And that is a lot like love.” 

I think of the more than 15 nov­els Jack has writ­ten as a vast house with many levels and rooms. Each time a per­son opens one of Jack’s books, they enter one of those rooms. They’re dec­or­ated and fur­nished in a sim­il­ar style but each pos­sesses a unique view of the Vancouver Island land­scape and is in­hab­ited by the quirky char­ac­ters that call this area home.

How lucky we are that Jack keeps adding onto his house, re­in­vent­ing the stor­ies he heard as a child into some­thing that we can all treas­ure. And how lucky are those who have be­nefited from his gentle encouragement.