You WILL be the Death of Me …
Okay, maybe not, but there are times where it feels that way.
I’ve decided two things about me as a writer.
1. — I’m a character writer
Basically what this means is I know my characters inside and out. But there are times where that does threaten my sanity. Because when they’re crying, so am I. When they’re mad, I am too. All this can make for a very draining writing experience. Which is totally how I feel about Nowhere to Hide right now. I think those characters are going to put me in a home …
2. — I have no confidence in myself.
I totally need that reassurance from others. I’m always putting myself down and comparing to what other people write.
Somewhere at the back of my head I know that this is stupid … really counter-productive. I need to get over it and realize that maybe, just maybe my stuff is good enough. I guess it’s all the “what ifs” that get in my way. There are a lot.
And really, what are the chances of making it? How many people try … See? Doing it again.
POSITIVE THINKING TIME!
I CAN do it. I can. One day my name will be on a bookshelf near you.
CURRENT SONG: Our Time is Running Out — Muse <3
You CAN do it, and you will. I think I share that lack of confidence in my writing, that when I read something you or Larisa or Deb or Amy or any one of the other bevy of writers that I enjoy reading write, I get this squinky little feeling that my writing is droll and boring. NOTHING compared to the rest of you.
Yet every so often, I get an unsolicited pat on the back and with it comes the reassurance that there are at least two people out there on the vast planet that think I’m a good enough writer. Then I sniffle and get back to work.
To make a long story short… *pat pat* You do good work and I want to see everything that comes out of your wickedly evil brain because you make me giddy when you send me bits of your stories.
So there.