I think the most difficult thing about being a writer is actually writing. For any writer, but mostly just myself, the task is something I thoroughly enjoy and loathe with my entire being. It’s like pulling teeth, literally—because the process is pain and torture, but in the end, it’s good because the pain goes away and your teeth are all better.
The other process that I think gets extremely overlooked is the moment we press publish. As soon as we do it, we know that we are relinquishing control and stepping into a bit of the unknown. Will someone read our words? Does anyone care? What if they hate it, or worse, what if they like it? What happens if I didn’t edit it properly? All of these things are a combination of fears that go into the writing process and leave the writer feeling entirely co-dependent on the praise and affirmation of its reader.
If the views aren’t good, we’re a failure.
If we don’t get enough likes, it isn’t good.
If the comments are pouring in, then we have no real connection with our audience.
Because of the immediacy of social media, everything has become a means of instant gratification. We rely on the likes, we need the praise, we long for the adoration, all because it is somehow programmed in us to need it.
I fucking hate that.
In fact, I no longer want to subscribe to the notion that any of those things actually matter. I have had countless nightmares wear the comment section on one of my blog posts goes into a sour direction that it has crippled me into writing things that are shallow and void of personality. As writers, we need to stop comparing ourselves to the people at the top who have already made it, and instead, measure ourselves by our own unit of success. It doesn’t matter how many likes a post gets or how much praise someone receives.
It’s easier said than done, but I mean, I don’t believe I’m alone here. Then again, maybe I am. Leave a comment down below to validate me and remind me that I’m not alone.
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