Expectations and why I write
by Phil
I was doing a little retrospective, looking through my notes of stories I want to write, and stories that I’ve already written. And I started to notice a prevailing theme. I write a lot about the struggle to live up to expectations – the expectations of others and the self. This has always been a tough struggle for me, so it shouldn’t surprise me.
This is my third attempt at “being a writer”. My first two attempts died on the vine, largely because I thought that I should be doing something else. I thought that I was meant for something different or greater. I think now that these expectations were a smoke screen for fear: fear of mediocrity.
Don’t get me wrong…I’m just as afraid of failure as the next guy. But being mediocre? That’s so much worse. It’s one thing to try something and fail. It’s another to try something, fall in love with it, and never ever be any good at it.
Struggling with expectations is a big theme for a lot of my characters. The young man from the prestigious family (complete with requisite library wing named after them) who sabotages his efforts to get into their alma mater. Or the discontented graduate student who finds that he’s named in a prophecy.
Even when my story doesn’t include this theme, my protagonists have almost certainly struggled with it. In my detective novel, my protagonist was faced with this decision (follow your heart or everyone’s expectations) earlier in life, and it defines a lot of who he is. Thinking back on it, he is living my greatest fear. He’s following his heart, such as it is, and everything isn’t turning out roses for him. His life is hard and uncomfortable, but it’s his.
And maybe, in my own way, that’s what I’m doing. I love telling stories. So, I tell stories. And maybe none of them will ever amount to anything. That’s the risk I take in asking “Who am I?” instead of “Who should I be?”.