Taking the bad with the good

I’ve been writing full time for almost two years now. In other words it’s been two years since I’ve taken this seriously and stopped playing around.

I’ve grown, learned, failed, and triumphed.

Some days are fantastic, amazing, the stars are aligned, and I can’t imagine doing anything else but writing.

Some days are crappy, tortured, the world is against me, and I wonder why I do this at all.

As a writer I have to learn to accept the bad with the good. So far in my career there has been way more good than bad, but once in awhile something that kills my self esteem creeps in and destroys months of good. A nasty review from a judge in a contest, a rejection form an agent, a bad writing day where the words don’t flow like they should. Those little things taken my already fragile emotions and stomp them down, making me want to stop.

I. Won’t. Stop.

I’ve worked to hard, come to far, to let someone else’s opinion of my characters or my writing steal my happiness. So to the Negative Nancies out there. You can try to discourage me all you want, but it won’t work, you just don’t matter.