As a writer, my inner critic tells me on an ongoing basis that I’m sludge and my work stinks. Life as an emerging writer can be tough. But, it’s not the ongoing and expected rejection, the incredible amount of talented (and untalented) competition, or the ever-changing publishing industry that brings the biggest challenge.
It’s the neigh-sayers.
Dealing with the judgement and negativity of everyday people – those ingrained in my life, or those just passing by – that’s what takes the wind out of my sails.
Seeing your novel published, like any dream, doesn’t often fall into the lap of a writer. It’s work. Hard work. Incredibly hard work. And not that I’m looking for sympathy, or even support, but the belittling and snide remarks about my success as a writer get under the skin, no matter how tough the hide. I hope that after all the blood, sweat and tears, I achieve my goal and can take pleasure in rubbing it in the neigh-sayers face just a little bit. A smidge. Or at least blow them a big raspberry inside my own head.
Until then, I just keep plugging along, and occasionally make fun of the Debbie-Downers in life. You have to laugh to keep from crying I suppose. Speaking of poking fun, my friend Michelle turned me onto this neat movie making tool, and I’ve put together a little re-enactment, so you too can understand the prestige of being a writer.