I wanted to take a brief moment to re-address an issue I’ve seen pop up a few times recently. It’s happened to me, it’s happened to friends, it’s happened to acquaintances. Josh Olson and David Gerrold have both written impassioned pieces about it in the past.
So let’s talk about bad networking…
Yeah, this is going to be one of those divisive posts. I’m betting a third of you walk away thinking I’m a jerk, and another third (possibly some overlap) walks away thinking this was aimed specifically at you. Very sorry in advance. It’s really not aimed at anyone, just general observations from the past… oh, thirty years or so.
These days it’s almost too easy to get in touch with people. Especially famous (and semi-famous) people. Email. Social media. Appearances. It’s not uncommon to get a like, a response, maybe even a follow from somebody you admire.
Of course, it’s important to be honest about what kind of relationships these are.
Mark Hamill’s liked two tweets I wrote, but I don’t think he’s going to be showing up to offer friendly support at my next book signing (even though we’re in the same city). Hell, Leslie Jones
follows me on Twitter, but I’m pretty sure it’s just because I replied to a comment she made about
Timeless and made her laugh.
That’s all it is.
I’ve gone to three Bruce Campbell signings, and the last two he pretended not to know me.
Sounds a little creepy, that last bit, doesn’t it?
That being said…
At least once a month I’ll get contacted by complete strangers or vague acquaintances, asking if I can read their manuscript or just a few chapters or maybe the final product for a blurb. Most of them are polite. Some are… not as polite. A few are flat-out arrogant. I had one person demandmy time—insisting that I owed it to people to help them out.
Actually, let’s talk time for a moment.
I write full-time. It’s my job. It’s how I pay for food, rent, bills, everything. I work forty to fifty hours a week. Sometimes closer to sixty as deadlines loom. I don’t think I’m terribly unusual in this. I know a few professional writers who still have unrelated full time jobs, and then they’re still putting in twenty or thirty hours writing on top of that.
Plus, there’s probably another ten or fifteen hours of
various social media things mixed in there.
Posts, answering questions, chatting with folks online.
Tossing up random tips and ideas here.
It’s fun, and I enjoy talking with people, but that visibility is also part of my job.
Yeah, even when I’m
drinking and ranting about bad movies on Twitter. Yes, I’m drinking on the job.
And I get sent stuff professionally. We’re just barely into the fourth month of the year and I’ve already been sent half a dozen books by editors, publicists, and my agent. That’s part of the job, too. Blurbing books helps out all of those people, so it’s just good office politics to read them.
So—even on the very low end—we’re looking at a 55-60 hour work week. I don’t think that’s out of the ordinary for a professional writer. Heck, it might be even a bit sub-par, by the standards of some folks.
When someone asks me for a favor, they’re asking me to cut into that time. To cut into the “this is how I make a living” time. Oh, sure, I could cut into my free time instead, but… well, I don’t get a lot of it, so I tend to be protective.
This isn’t to say I—or any professional—won’t help people. I’ve got several writer-friends who help me with projects and I’d gladly help any of them with theirs. There are people I’ve known for years and I often offer them tips or suggestions, when they’re wanted. A few folks have standing offers from me to read their hopefully-soon-to-be-finished manuscripts.
Again… I don’t think I’m out of the ordinary here.
Alas, there is still this school of thought that successful writers
must help less-successful ones.
Under any circumstances.
Bring their careers to a dead halt and do absolutely anything they’re asked to do.
Countless gurus push this idea, and spin it so the professional’s the one being rude or unhelpful is they don’t immediately leap to assist.
Especially when I call them on it in public.
Heck, if they don’t go above and beyond to help me… well, it’s just proof of what a selfish jackass they are.
But, hey, if I never ask, I’ll never know, right?
Well… maybe, I should know.
Here’s a handy checklist of things to keep in mind before I start asking favors of people. If none of these apply to me… maybe I’m being a little forward asking a professional to give up part of their work week.
And, yes, I’m mostly basing these off my own criteria and experiences. But going off other interactions I’ve seen… I think most professional writers would agree with these.
[ ] I’m literate.
If I’m trying to convince a chef to take me on as apprentice, what’s he going to think when I tell him my secret pizza topping is iron filings? Or if I tell a doctor my last patient’s midichlorian count was super-low because Mercury’s in retrograde? If I want help from a professional, I’ve got to show them I’ve got a firm grasp on the basics of my chosen field. For us, that’s spelling and grammar.
If I send a letter to pro-writer Wakko full of txtspk or weird references or just
tins of spelling mistakes, I’m showing him I don’t know what I’m doing.
I don’t know the basics.
If I’m telling him this right up front, why would I expect him to spend several hours wading through my manuscript?
Or even part of it?
[ ] I’ve known them for several years
Just to be clear, if I said hello and shook hands with Wakko at a party three years ago, this really doesn’t mean I’ve known him for three years. Do you remember that guy you met at a party three years ago and then never spoke with again? No? Odd that…
This also holds true for being part of the same Facebook group. And for following the same person on Twitter. Or shopping at the same stores.
Wait. How do you know what stores they shop at…?
[ ] I’ve shared several meals with them
This doesn’t include me eating in the same food court while I stalked Wakko in the mall. Again, what is it with following people around stores. Cut it out. That’s just creepy.
No, this means me repeatedly sitting down with Wakko and chatting over drinks or maybe pizza and a bad Netflix movie.
What does it mean when I say I grabbed a bite with one of my friends?
Those are the same conditions I should be applying here.
That’s what
real networking is.
[ ] We communicate with each other (via phone, email, social media) on a regular basis The key thing here is I need to remember communication is a two-way street.
Me spamming Wakko with messages and responses through multiple channels does not count as communicating. Just being someone’s friend on Facebook, Twitter, or Mastodon doesn’t qualify, either. No, really.
Check the terms of agreement—none of these websites have a “guaranteed
friends with benefits” clause.
(If they did, we’d all probably be a lot more careful about accepting friend requests…)
[ ] I’ve lived with them
This should be self-explanatory.
Not in the sense of “on the planet at the same time” or “crashed on the couch for a week,” but more in the “sharing rent and chores around the kitchen for several months” way.
After living in the same apartment/house/hostel for six months, I shouldn’t feel too much reluctance about asking Wakko to take a quick look at something I wrote.
Unless I really screwed him over on the last month’s rent or was a serious nightmare roommate
[ ] I’ve slept with them
In any sense. Again, this should be self-explanatory. I’d very much advise against making this an active networking technique, though. For a whole bunch of reasons.
But if I’m already sleeping with someone and they won’t look at my writing? Wow. There’s some issues there I might want to address…
[ ] I actually want to hear what they have to say. Okay, here’s
one of those ugly truths, and if you’ve been listening to me rant for any amount of time you’re probably already aware of it.
Lots of folks say they want feedback, but what they’re
really looking for is to get back wild praise and promises their manuscript will be passed on and up to agents, editors, publishers, and whoever makes the big Hollywood movie deals. In my experience, very few people
actually want to hear criticism of their work (even if it’s constructive).
They just want the fan mail and to skip to the next step.
Reading takes time. Writing up notes and thoughts takes time. Honestly, if all I want is the praise and the handoff, I’m wasting Wakko’s time asking for feedback. And he’s a pro, so his time is worth money.
[ ] I haven’t asked before.
When I was in the film industry, there was kind of this unwritten rule—if you had some passion project or low budget thing you wanted to do, you could ask your professional friends to help out.
Once.
The idea is that I’m acknowledging their skills and experience, but also that I’m calling in a big favor asking them to work for little or no money. So, again, the quiet, unwritten rule. You got one. It would be tacky and unprofessional to ask for more unless a lot of time had passed. Like, several years.
And since everyone knew and understood this, people were much more cautious about asking.
They’d make sure their project was solid and ready to bring other people in on, because nobody wanted to waste their one shot.
It would suck to get Wakko on board and then realize
my script needed another draft.
Or two more drafts.
I don’t want to waste that opportunity.
[ ] I’m not asking for something I could find out on my own.
Look, when I was starting out as a writer you had to dig through magazines, make phone calls, send request letters, then go dig through more magazines, make different phone calls, and send different letters–and keep track of all of it.
These days all of this information is available with a bit of thought and a few keystrokes. Really, there’s a huge amount of information I can get all on my own without bothering anyone else. Honestly, the fact that we’re all right here looking at this post means we all have access to Google, yes?
I think a lot of time when this happens, people are looking for the “real” answers. They don’t want to know someplace to sell short stories—they want to know the ‘zine that pays a dollar a word and always gets the Edgar/Hugo/Stoker Award for short stories and inevitably lands their contributor with a big five publisher within a three-week window. They want to know the agent who has a direct line to Simon & Schuster and takes unsolicited submissions. Because there has to be one out there, right? Surely all those big authors didn’t spend time in the junior leagues. They just leapt from obscurity to six-figure incomes… like I want to do.
If I want to make writing my career, part of the work is… well, doing the work.
If I can tic off a couple of these boxes, I’m probably in a good place. I’d feel pretty good about dropping someone like me a note, so to speak. Again, I can really only speak for myself, but I think most professionals would feel the same way.
If I can’t put any check marks up there… maybe I should reconsider that email or tweet I’m about to send out. I might be burning a bridge—perhaps even a couple bridges—before I get anywhere near it. And if I try anyway…
Well, I shouldn’t act indignant or surprised when things go up in flames.
As writers, we get cursed with ideas. Tons and tons of them. Books, comics, movies, epic television franchises, soooo many ideas. And, naturally, we want to use as many of them as we can. Cause they’re all friggin’ fantastic, right?
Let me give you a less personal example. I watched this geekery movie recently that was… okay, let’s just say it was about AI (or was it? Maybe cloning? I’ll never tell). Anyway, there was a lot in it about the ethics of creating an intelligence solely for a specific purpose (is this slavery??). There was also stuff about the morality of assassination. Plus a lot of assassination-related action scenes. Then questions were brought up about the possible ethical issues when the scientist starts having sex with this thing she created. More so when it turns out the body said scientist made for this AI is the spitting image of her dead husband. Plus there’s a heist element as they plan to rob the CEO of the company. And some torture porn. Arguably some parenting, nature-vs.-nurture aspects, corruption of the innocent bits, too.
