Day 8 of #1000wordsofsummer 2022
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Today you will write 1000 words. Because you want to be good to your brain. Because you value it and treasure it, and you know if you do this thing for it, take it seriously, write these thousand words, you will be tending to it, too. You will be acknowledging your brain, using it in new and interesting ways, putting it through its paces, giving it the kind of workout it needs to stay strong. It is a two-way street between you and your brain. If you love it, it will love you back. Writing these words is part of that.
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Today’s guest author is Mira Jacob, the best person to run into at a party. She is funny and conspiratorial and supportive and wise. She is also the critically acclaimed author of both a novel, The Sleepwalker’s Guide to Dancing, and a graphic memoir, Good Talk: A Memoir in Conversations, which, amongst other accolades, was shortlisted for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Mira’s charity of choice today is the Sri Lankan Crisis Relief.
Mira is talking to us about perceived expiration dates on our career today:
“Can we talk for a moment about expiration dates? The little invisible stamp we all carry in the lining of our foreheads that tells us that our time is running out, or just ran out, or ran out so long ago that there is nothing we can possibly write to make up for the literary life that might have been? Because I have a feeling about expiration dates for dreams in general (they're bullshit) and writing dreams in particular (THEY'RE BULLSHIT).
I say this as someone who managed to publish fuck all in her twenties and thirties, despite writing a few excellent stories and many okay ones. As someone who by age 36 worked from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., with a short break around dinnertime to feed a baby and stare at
the abyss Facebook, where one endless 5 Under 35 list stared back at me. As someone who wrote a novel from 11 pm to 1 am for 12 years, which started to feel like a willful self-delusion by year seven because why on earth was I going on with my silly sentences when the world had clearly passed me by?
I think about this all the time now. How easy it would have been to stop. How much social media had primed me to believe that a debut author could not possibly be a brown woman in her 40s. How I might have never seen any of my books reach the readers that were looking for them if I had let what I'd thought was my expiration date take me off the damn shelf. Because here's the thing about expiration dates: They aren't real. They're made of whispers and insecurities and Instagram ads and someone else's idea of what is possible for you. But they're not made of you. (Your writing is made of you.)
Here is what I wish someone could have whispered to me back then: There is no expiration date on creation. There is no cut-off point for applying and re-applying yourself to the work you love. There is no list that will feel better than showing up for yourself and your pages, and every time you do it, you get closer to the readers who are looking for you. So keep going today. You're right on time.”
Halfway mark! You’re almost on the other side. Good luck.