Being in a creative field has never been an easy pursuit. Low wages, the subjective nature of the arts, and the struggle to be seen pretty much ensures we’re all a little bit nuts for doing it. As if all those factors aren’t bad enough, non-writers often belittle the incredible time, effort, and care that goes into a well-crafted book without realizing it by saying things like, “I’ve started a journal on my dog’s habits and I have another really great idea. I’m sure it would be a bestseller.” In addition to these lovely aspects, we suffer from ubiquitous social media and all that comes with it—the humble brag, vague-booking, and flat out self-indulgence. (We won’t address some of the other hideous things like trolls and bullying.) We get to see, day in and day out, what EVERYONE ELSE has. How everyone else is better off than we are. How pathetic we are in our attempts to be respected and celebrated authors.
It’s tough watching others succeed when we aren’t where we’d like to be. We begin to compare ourselves to that person whose Good News with a capital “g” keeps popping up in our newsfeed. We want that A-level agent, that big publisher, too! We ask ourselves things like: Isn’t my writing stronger, my premise more interesting than hers? Why the hell is this author a bestseller with her lackluster skills? Why did she get all the marketing power when it’s not even a good book?