When my writer friends get published, I’m happy.
I send them cyber hugs and virtual cake and buy their books.
Lucy, over at Blonde Write More, wrote a post about becoming jealous of your friends when they have success in the writing world and how to stay positive about yourself.
I enjoyed this post, but it made me realize how not jealous I am.
I’m genuinely happy for my fellow writers.
Although, one of her points was developing “writing confidence issues”. Ah. Yes. Those.
That’s when I realized I am jealous.
I’m a big, jealous, green-eyed Lemon Shark.
But it’s not other writers’ successes.
I’m envious of their freedom to fuck up. Of their risk-taking. Their ability to knock the internal critic off their shoulder and just go for it.
I’m forever holding myself back. Hesitant of hitting ‘publish’ on my blog. Self-editing as I work on my novels. Riddled with self-doubt as I type.
So, yes, gentle readers, I’m envious of you.
For not caring what others think. For giving yourself a break. For swearing on your blog. For writing whatever the hell you want to write.
I’m getting there. Slowly. *deep breath* Just write.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Do you get jealous of other writers’ successes? If not, is there anything other writers do that you’re envious of? Can you be supportive and jealous at the same time?
* Yes, a shark is a fish. That’s not a typo.