Does this get any easier? An author/artist’s guide to utter insecurity.

Elizabeth Guizzetti:

So this is an oldie, but goodie post about author insecurity, I did 3 years ago. I was talking to a friend about it, and just got a complement on how much it helped someone so I thought I’d repost it.

Originally posted on ZB's Blog of Awesomeness:

Someone has finally called me an author. In public. And in the context of differentiating between an author and a writer.

This was true complement to my work. It was not accompanied by a coy smirk, subtle eye roll or adding “she draws comics…” In fact, it was one of the most rewarding words that I heard. Something I have been waiting to hear most of my adult life. It’s true. I am an author.

It’s also true that I am artist. My best friend and I do fantastic in the world of indy comics. We’ve sold out complete runs of books. However beyond the sales, every year, my work gets better. (Practice makes perfect) so I don’t know why my tummy rebels at a word.

Outside, I felt flushed. I was in a restaurant, in a booth, surrounded on all sides by people, so I wasn’t getting away. Still…

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