This is my entry for this month’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group – a group for insecure writers to support each other. Sometimes straightforwardness is what you want in a name.
Will anyone ever like anything I have to say, any of the words I pour down on paper?
It’s a whingy, pitiful thing to think, but as someone whose ambitions outreach my current level of success, it’s a thought that every now and then rears it’s ugly head.
In my case, it’s more a matter of wondering whether people will like what I have to say in significant numbers – I’ve had positive feedback on some of what I’ve written, from football-based opinion pieces to reviews, and even on the occasional pieces of short fiction I manage to finish. I’ve even been told that I’m mildly entertaining when I let loose and jibber wildly, so there may be money to be made when I finally embrace full-blown madness.
I don’t think I’ve really wowed anyone with anything I’ve written, really blown anyone away. It’d be nice if I had a few fanboys and fangirls, but unfortunately that comes after the years of hard work on craft. Ironically it’d probably be more useful to creatives to have wild adoration early in their careers when they really need it.
This is going to be a much shorter IWSG entry than normal – it’s really just a single thought and nothing more. I’m sure it’s something that’ll pass in a day or two when I get lost in another idea.
But if anyone wants to forward me some fanboyish or fangirlish behaviour, look back over my old stuff and tell me how mindblowing my genius is, I’ll try to earn it in the future.
WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME ALREADY??!!?