pfffssssssszzzzzztttt...
and the air has vanished from the happy balloon.
sigh.
I was so proud of myself working on so much and really embracing writing as what I do. Then, I did a dumb thing. I started poking around a networking website to see my competition, ahem, I mean, what other writers on the site were doing-- thinking I'd find others who were just starting, just barely there with a toenail in the door. But, before my toenail, surrounding sock, or faux-leather shoe could reach the door- I saw the scads and scads and scads of successful writers I thought I was keeping company with.
book after book, publication after publication- these other writers apparently haven't been the scaredy cat I am because they're my age and they really are writers.
okay. so, do I beat myself up because I haven't done what I could have done by now? or, maybe, perhaps, I get encouraged? they all started somewhere and think of all the resources I have now. these writers of similar backgrounds have paved paths for me to travel down. I suppose it's a little of both.
I'm slightly jealous, if honest, but also glad to know where I can stick my nose (and manuscripts-in-hand) when I'm ready- and I can take it as a kick in the backside to not procrastinate any longer and to get out there.
no more hiding the talent for fear of the bad that could happen, time to see if I can make it grow.
till next time.
2 comments:
I know what you mean.I also see lots of writers and wonder about my own writing. I think God can use us all in our own different styles and types of writing. I love poetry, but writing stories sound so dull when I do them. I just hope I can write poetry that points people to God, even if it's not perfect rhythm or whatever. God bless you with your writing.
You have been busy (in the words of Anne Shirley Blythe) writing "living epistles."
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