I’ve been asked to speak at an upcoming writers’ workshop!
The request immediately raised the question Why? Couldn’t they find a real writer? I went into a frenzy of introspection; why is it that – every time I am paid for a writing job – I feel like a downright fraud? It’s something I need to do; this writing malarkey, it’s wrong, somehow, that there is money involved. Isn’t it?
What exactly are the criteria for claiming ‘Writer’ when asked one’s occupation?
Have you been published? Well, yes, I have.
Do you have regular commissions for writing? Well, yes, I have.
So then? Why the self-doubt?
I was recently asked by a publisher to write a script, “please let me know”, she wrote, “what your scriptwriting experience is.”
Attached is my CV as requested.
With specific reference to script writing, I’d love to tell you that I’ve been responsible for some steamy and sexy scripts. Alas, the opposite is true and my scripts are all rather dull; the tedious stuff that is used to inform people. The long list includes things like a voice-over script to educate sales staff on a new xxx off-consumption promotion with an audio-visual presentation, a script for a video that punts for doctors to refer patients to a back and neck clinic, instructions to the guests of xxx on how to go about catching an airplane from Johannesburg to Angola, and how to behave in an international hotel … generally rats and mice information that must be delivered in such a way that the audience understand it and don’t pop off to sleep.
If you like, I can send you copies of these; I have one you may particularly enjoy, it thanks the staff of a toothbrush manufacturing company for their diligent work and celebrates the company’s centenary. Riveting stuff.
Let me know what other information you may need.
Why do I immediately resort to denigrating myself?
I’ve been questioning this for the past two days and I can only conclude that my lack of confidence is because of my husband’s scorn: he not only denies that I am a writer, he refuses to read my stuff.
One voice obliterates the noise of many.
I carry on, regardless.
And then turn my face to the sun
and let it draw, upward and away;
the dewdrops left behind by doubt.
Have a super week, people!
Related post: http://nrhatch.wordpress.com/2010/11/15/write-on/