Word Envy
The writing is going well still, it's flowing and enjoyable, contains some good stuff and should definitely result in a finished 1st draft which will *probably* turn into something publishable further down the line, and may even be good for what it is. So far I've managed to accept that what I'm writing is flippant frippery designed to entertain, and there's nothing wrong with that.
But everything I read by others has me going all jealous and insecure. From books to blog posts, I keep thinking, "oooh, why can't i write more like this" and "oh, I should be writing that kind of a book" and "ow, they're so much more accomplished / serious / lyrical / worthy / talented than I am..."
Grrr. Down with such silly thoughts, that's what I say. Tis a pain though, this damned Word Envy thing!
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3 Comments:
Oh, I feel like that ALL the time too. I read what I've written and think it sounds like a stupid six year old's words. It's the demon - he'll come back in any form. Tell him to piss off. It's the only way.
JJx
I get that feeling when I read your blog.
PISS OFF DEMON!
Ah. That's better. Thanks JJ.
oe, your comment has made my day. Really. And I wasn't fishing for it, either.
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