RWA: The Batty Report
Fall is RWA membership renewal time, which usually brings about at least a post or two from people pondering their memberships. Kassia Krozser wrote a thoughtful, insightful post on this topic on RTB:
Paying dues to RWA will not teach me to write better dialogue or craft better conflict or to even draft a catchy synopsis — though I will acknowledge that the foundations for success in these areas can be provided by the organization. I am at that point where I just need to keep on doing what I do best while getting better and better at it. I need to continue to believe that my vision is right.
This is exactly right, and well-thought out. But let me digress for a moment and talk about the petty, stupid things in RWA that make me batty.
First, a disclaimer: I'll renew, and I have no plans to do otherwise. My local chapter is the best thing that ever happened to me as a writer, and I'd pay triple the dues to stay a member. But National? Ah, National.
Sure, there are nearly ten thousand members of National and there's no way to please them all. But if I could make some changes, well -
Things in RWA That Make Me Batty
1. Email clutter. Good lord - this is far and away number one. If you're not familiar with the pain, it goes like this: Someone in a Yahoo group posts about how their boring book is out or they placed 87th in some contest, which goes to your email. Then 40 more people post with sentiments like "WTG!" and "That's great!" and "So happy for you!" which also go to your email. You now have 41 messages in your inbox that you do not care about. If there are several announcements per group in a day, and you are on several groups, do the math.
The moderator (I don't know where they find these people - you couldn't pay me enough) steps in once in a while and asks people to stop this, at which point - I'm not kidding - people argue. Apparently, for some, a 300-email day is not a cause for hopeless weeping. And yes, I've switched to digest mode, but the migraine still looms. All I know is, some people have a lot of time on their hands.
2. Bad workshops. Perhaps there are really brilliant ones out there, but I haven't come across any. The main problem here is that RWA does not vet anyone who comes up with a workshop idea for any kind of qualification. "Semi-colons," one unpublished instructor imperiously informed us, "are not used in genre fiction." Is this the kind of learning that can help a beginner?
3. Obsession with rules. Who qualifies for PAN? Who qualifies for PRO? Did they change it without telling us? Who said so? Can we vote? Is it fair? Who's on the publisher list and why? Did they change the Golden Heart categories? Who can enter what? Is that fair? Who do we ask? How do we change it? Where do I qualify and why? Why did she get a pin and not me? Who gets to be on a nebulous list for an agent appointment next July? Can we vote? Does anyone care? Are you still awake?
4. A meaningless annual contest. The Golden Heart (the contest for unpublished writers) and the RITA (the contest for published writers) stir up more conversation than any other single topic in a year. I cannot for the life of me understand why. It is a purely subjective contest, in which writers assign a one-digit value to the work of several other writers, based on - again - no qualifying criteria whatsoever. First - for the GH, anyway - you should have to win at least one other contest in the year to even qualify to enter. Second, you should win money. Third, if the numbers of qualified entries are narrowed down, then the number of required judges will be fewer - and the contest can be more selective, which means Fourth, you have to apply to be a judge. As it sits now, if the "no semi-colons in genre fiction" lady volunteers, she is sinking five entries a year with a single digit.
These are small things, really. The magazine they send out is half-decent and I hear the conference is good. The specialty chapters get good reviews. So yes, overall it's worth the whatever-the-amount-is I have to send in.
As long as they lay off my inbox.




