I can't believe I didn't think of starting this support group, since insecurity is my middle name. My mantra, until I knew better, was "Who do I think I am to....fill in the blank - most recently it's writing and singing.
It's odd, because I'd written for 30+ years as a public relations professional, but writing personal essays and memoir is quite different from writing editorials and press releases and brochures, and feature articles.
It's, well....it's personal.
I was constantly afraid I wouldn't succeed. And I did feel like I'd failed for quite a long time when I couldn't find an agent and chose to self-publish.Now I know better. Now I know that the publishing industry is a tough one and very few make it to the top as successful, and by successful, I mean making money at, writing. If you're lucky enough to find an agent, then you have to be lucky enough for that agent to sell your manuscript to a publisher. And then you have to do the same things we all have to do, and that is market your book.
I feel more secure now. Perhaps it's an age thing. I've let go of writing as a career and whatever happens now, it's okay. I love writing. That is the pure and simple bottom line. I will probably be grabbing for my paper and pen on my deathbed, trying to jot down one last thought.
Alex, you are wonderful for all you do for the writing community. Thank you.
Insecure Writers Support Group
Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here on Monday and Tuesday. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair.
"ONLY ONE THING IS MORE FRIGHTENING THAN SPEAKING YOUR TRUTH, AND THAT IS NOT SPEAKING IT." Naomi Wolf
"We are called human beings, not human doings."
Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
"The way to do is to be."
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs..(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly."