Today’s entry was born from a conversation I had with my writer friend last night. She told me that her family didn’t support her and considered she “sucked” because she still hadn’t landed an agent and secured a deal with a publisher. I was heartbroken and angry for her, hence this blog post.
Needless to say that I don’t agree with all those that would tell you — and they always would, even when you’re famous and rich — that you suck. Trying, failing, trying again. It’s a cycle called life. You only suck when you don’t try anything anymore, when you accept failure as a fatality and decide that it isn’t worth the trouble anymore.
Writing is hard. No one said it wasn’t. Paving your road to publication is hard too, but not impossible. If it were, we wouldn’t have new books to enjoy every month, would we? I noticed that people like to make themselves feel better about their own little personas at your expense: why are you even wasting your time on this? It’s been years and you still aren’t published. You could be making a career as a doctor/lawyer/teacher/whatever instead if this nonsense.
Sounds familiar? We’ve all been there at some point. If you’re lucky to have a supportive family, there’s always someone who thinks you don’t deserve to write and publish (you aren’t Hemingway or Faulkner, right?) but it doesn’t matter what others think. Yes, I know. It’s easier said than done. It’s tough to hear people you love and respect laugh in your face and tell you you’re worthless.
But guess what? You aren’t. So, keep pushing forward.