by Camille Griep
Last week I watched my little corner of the Writerverse lose their collective pickles over with the concise title: “Sponsored” by my husband: why it’s a problem that writers never talk about where their money comes from.”
“High time someone talked about money!” said colleagues on Facebook. “Read this,” my friends tweeted. So I did. Then I sat back and read it again to make sure I hadn’t missed something.
On the surface of things, Bauer’s aim is laudable – transparency in the writing world is always going to help those just getting into the field. However, the article actually never gets into “why it’s a problem that writers never talk about where their money comes from.” Bauer provides no stats about writers who quit because they didn’t know how other writers funded themselves. I see no graphs or pie charts about how many writers signed a book contract because someone had “Finally!” let them in on the secret: Having money makes things easier.
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Bauer begins her article by wagging her finger at a couple of privileged writers. One writer, who Bauer implies was born into success at thirty something, rudely claimed the key to her momentum was her childfree status. Now that’s a shitty thing to say and a good way to alienate peers and readers, but Kidless Kate is not the first nor the last in the art world to spew such prattle. (Are there people making parenting decisions based on the opinion of one New York Times Bestselling Author?) Kidless Kate’s real sin, argues Bauer, is the obfuscation of her privilege – two parents in the literary world, prep school, and two creative writing degrees which pre-destined her for success.
A second author is cited for his deceit, as well. This man so dripped with wealth, Bauer describes, he lined his nannies up for inspection at his book tour. When someone in the audience asked how he paid his bills while writing, he claimed to have written some magazine articles, much to the tittering chagrin of the rest of the audience. Now, I will grant Bauer that the writer did not do a service to the woman asking the question, however, I also defend the writer’s right not to disclose his financial situation to a complete stranger in a room full of people who seemed to already know quite a lot about him. Would we ask this of a painter at his first gallery opening? Would we demand to know how the first chair violinist pays his electric bill?
We can justify a lot of things in the service of helping young writers. However, young writers also have to learn how to help themselves.
Even before I began writing full time, I was well aware that money was hard to come by in the writing world and would take several years – if ever – before I was even able to make a modest amount. How did I know that? Well, I researched — a talent most writers should have in their back pocket. My questions were common: Should I get an MFA? What should I expect to make from short stories? From novels? How do I get an agent? When do I get an agent? How should I set up my taxes?
I didn’t find this mysterious financial information difficult to find: the answers were at my fingertips. Hop on Twitter and read about the day jobs of thousands of writers and their kids and their families and their heartaches and obligations. Connect with writers on Facebook and learn how their classes are going or how their sabbatical has helped them. Google can bring you the blogs of people willing to break down their salaries and advances.
My personal trajectory has been remarkably similar to Bauer’s. Though I knew I wanted to write at an impoverished 21, I fled from the potential debt of grad school and went to work. When I met my partner, I told him I was serious about writing full time someday and he said he understood. When we finally reached a period of stability and mutual agreement, I packed up my cubicle and traded my pumps for fuzzy pink monster slippers.
But even though our financial situations have been remarkably similar, Bauer and I took completely different paths to publishing. Which leads us to another piece of Not News: Everyone has a unique path to publishing. The one unifying fact for all of us is that we all had to write a book. You, me, Bauer, Kidless Kate, The Author With the Nannies. We all wrote a book – kids, no kids, job, no job, money, no money, regardless of our circumstances – to even be in the position to talk to peers and readers about our publishing journey and the various ways to finance it.
This is where Bauer’s piece careens off the rails for me. There is a quiet insinuation that Kidless Kate didn’t deserve her deal because her parents were in publishing. That her fate was sealed regardless of her work. But even if Kidless had a contract waiting for her, she still had to write the book she’d proposed. And whether she deserved that contract is between Kidless, her agent and her publisher.
It’s one thing to call out an author for being disingenuous about the facets of her path to publishing. But it’s downright cruel to imply that a writer’s financial situation makes them undeserving of their contracts or invalidates their work. How would Bauer feel if someone made the same insinuation about her big piece in Salon giving her an unfair advantage?
Conversely, she’s “sure” writers who are more impoverished than her are suffering because she herself suffered when her straits were more dire. But I’m not so sure. I’ve seen writers from every walk of life take the brass ring. How did they do it? Yup. They said, screw you, circumstances and bite me, life. They worked hard, and they wrote a fucking book.
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In general, we writers tend to have trouble keeping our eyes on our plates. It’s hard to not want to be where someone else is, no matter where you are on the big publishing ladder in the sky. We think if we just had a book deal, we’d be happy. But then we want a successful book. And once we have a successful book, we want to win an award. Once we win an award, we want a movie.
When the woman who wrote the got a book deal, I remember going ballistic. But then someone reminded me: She didn’t take my book deal. There’s space in the world for a woman who wants to serve a man the requisite number of sandwiches so he’ll marry her. There are readers who will buy that book. But that contract and those readers never belonged to me in the first place.
When, say, we don’t have an award – and worse still, we really have no control over getting an award – we tend to pick apart those writers who do have an award. They were in a better financial situation. They were better connected. They didn’t have hardship. But in reality, when and if the hard comes in a writer’s life has no relationship to their financial situation later in life.
The point is: there’s space for all of us at the table. And literature can and should take all comers. Unless we’re writing memoir, writers ideally come to the table stripped of our identities. Our prose is supposed to carry the weight for us.
I don’t know much about the lives of most of my favorite authors. I don’t know if they grew up in a manse or a hovel. I don’t know if they won the lottery or dig pennies out of the seats of their Ford Fiesta. I don’t know if they eat caviar or Taco Bell or, even better, both (but not together). I don’t care. I don’t want to know. I don’t need to know. I love them for their prose. I love my fellow writers for their prose, as well. Deep philosophical conversations fueled by wine and song can and arguably should include stories of how we got to here. Mentorships and classes are also great avenues for this sort of discussion. But a book reading? I’m not convinced.
I’m not advocating “Let them eat cake.” For those who are comfortable discussing the business end of their art, bless them for blogging and writing about it. But for those who can’t or don’t want to trot out the details of their financial lives, they shouldn’t be pressured to do so. We don’t do that in our regular lives, so why in the world would we be forced to in our writing lives?
Revealing these details impacts more than the writer. These details also affect families, partners, children, and other “sponsors”: the grandfather who left money, the mother who bought groceries, the aunt who offered a room for six months, the lover who made bail. These people have to be on board with this disclosure.
And if we’re baring all here, it’s only fair to tell folks that “Sponsorship” itself is a complicated structure and has to adapt to individual relationships. For me, it wasn’t as easy as turning in my corporate banker badge, packing away my briefcase, and letting Adam pay the bills. We gave things up. We mourned those things. Our lives changed, the way we spent money changed, the flexibility he had in his job changed – and for us that dynamic is always changing.
The literary landscape takes all comers. We need authors from all of these backgrounds to write their stories and hand them to readers from all of these backgrounds who want to see themselves in our stories. As writers, we’ve got to support the making of art, no matter how it is funded and no matter what we face to get there. The hand we help up may help us up in return when the tables of privilege are turned upside down.
We can pull back the curtain, but with the caveat that no two writers’ journeys will ever be the same. It’s not a competition. It’s not a race. Gather all the information you want, but you’re still going to walk your own road and write your own story.
And I, for one, can’t wait to read it.
6 comments
says:
Feb 2, 2015
Camille,
This was awesome. The salon piece rubbed me the wrong way for most of the same reasons. The same reasons A Room Of One’s Own annoys the hell out of me.
I think a lot of writers hit a point where they’re a bit more cynical or maybe a little jaded. The road can be long and hard and unfair and then we see reality stars get 6 figure book deals at age 15 and we kind of want to beat people about the head and ears.
I’ve always been a huge cheerleader for other writers’ success. I don’t feel like they’re competition so much as colleagues. So when I read things like this, that are almost geared to paint writing success as an impossibility without financial security or pedigree, it’s annoying. There’s a grain of truth in that everything is easier with financial security and certainly someone with a network of publishing contacts is ahead of the unwashed masses.
Still, the article seemed to be aimed at inspiring jealousy rather than painting an accurate picture… and an accurate picture in this case would still be anecdotal.
Loved your take.
Camille Griep says:
Feb 2, 2015
Thanks so much, Merry. I know the point was supposed to be “lying is a disservice to new writers” but this morphed into something uglier for me and I felt I had to ferret it out. Appreciate your reading.
says:
Feb 2, 2015
I think I agree with all your points. I have already forgotten the original Salon piece and am too lazy (or busy) to reread it, so I can’t point/counterpoint your rebuttal. I’ll just say that I enjoyed reading this and agree with you. Then I’ll launch into my own diatribe:
Personally, I get most frustrated with people who bitch and moan about a living wage for the job title “novelist.” I have no time for the self-absorbed wannabes who think the world owes them a certain level of compensation for having written a novel. They approach publishing from a “here’s what it me took to write it, so you must pay me this much” perspective, which is backwards.
I, like you, did my research. I concluded that I like having a certain lifestyle (such as being able to feed my children and pay my mortgage), so dropping my very good day job to write full time would be a phenomenally stupid choice. (As it is, I “sponsor” my wife’s part time teaching career in the way that Bauer’s husband “sponsors” her writing career.) I chose what fits me, and you chose what fits you. We are both fortunate to be able to choose. (And aside to Merry: I have incredible respect for the courageous choice YOU made, and what you’ve been able to accomplish!)
My problem lies with people who think they shouldn’t have to make any choices. The internet is littered with their droppings. “I should be able to live a comfortable life as a novelist!” they cry. But those of us who write while working to support a family, and those of us who are sponsored by someone else’s labor, and those of us who cut back in order to have the career we really want–for all of us, I resent those people’s attitude. Writing is a very hard career, and I think being sponsored makes it easier. Doesn’t make it EASY, mind you. (And, I imagine there’s a certain emotional cost to being “sponsored”: it must create its own pressure to succeed and prove the “sponsorship” isn’t wasted. Especially when the family has to make sacrifices to enable it.)
I don’t think I articulated that well at all.
PS: Shout-out to Wendy for the link to this post.
says:
Feb 2, 2015
Great comments, everyone.
There is a funny phenomenon (and I will be surprised if there is not some official name for it) where the task you have to do magically fills the space you have allotted for said task.
So if I give myself six months to write a first draft and Trust Fund Tammy simply says her novel will be done “when it’s done” chances are I’m going to be finished first. I had a lot of first hand experience with this when I was writing my first novel — I’d get more done on my lunch break at work and the half hour before dinner than I did during all of my Saturday off. When you only have an hour to write, the coffee pot somehow seems less attractive.
Honestly, I don’t think I am disciplined enough to be Trust Fund Tammy.
Stacy says:
Feb 3, 2015
Griep, I think you made me want to get my first tattoo with the words “screw you, circumstances, and bite me, life.”
Camille Griep says:
Feb 3, 2015
If you do it, let me know and I’ll buy you a drink.;)