There’s a term I hear a lot in the writing world: Snoopy Dancing. It looks like this:
When a writer announces that she has sold a book, she says, “I’m Snoopy dancing!” and everyone celebrates along with her.
What you don’t hear ever is, “I’m Snoopy crying!” Because nobody wants to announce that they didn’t sell a manuscript. Though I will show you what that looks like, too:
I know because I didn’t sell my manuscript last week. Now, here’s the thing. The editor asked for revisions. That mean she might buy it if I make the changes she wants. The problem is this:
Snoopy loved his writing just like I love my writing, but he might not be the best role model for a successful career as an author. So, I will do what Stephen King tells me to:
Stephen is a little more gruesome than Snoopy. But he’s right.
- I have to let my surprise ending go. I love surprises, but I guess some readers do this stupid thing called “expect a happily-ever-after.”
- I have to kick Mom and Dad out. Not my Mom and Dad, but I loved them nonetheless.
- I have to keep my heroine from falling in love with the hero too soon–even though he is soooo honorable. (I almost said charming, but the bad guy actually has more charm. This guy is attractive because of his integrity.)
And as much as I hate to admit it, my story will be better in the end whether or not I get a book contract. Michael Chrichton knows:
So no matter what your passion is, I want to wish you all many Snoopy dances and enough Snoopy cries to get you to revise whatever needs to be revised in your life. And feel free to share both. Because we’ve all been there.
What makes you Snoopy dance?