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A Journey into Self-condemnation

A Journey into Self-condemnation


I  could actually see the end. I no longer had what it took to be the real me, betraying my dream for the sleep of the comforted and the unchallenged. I wasn’t a writer any more. I was only a person with a paycheck and a roof over his head.
Painful reminders of my failure yelled out to me from everywhere. A sci-fi writer on National Public Radio regaled the audience with his mastery of his own literary battlefield, illustrating his brainstorming of book ideas while hiking. It wasn’t even a month ago when I had those brainstorming sessions while at my day job or sitting by the pond. (more…)

Writing and the Killing of the Wolf

Writing and the Killing of the Wolf

I have mental illness. This morning was bad. I’ve learned a lot in therapy the last year. I’ve learned how I pile a shitshow of pressure on myself until I’m making me and everyone around me miserable.  Editing the book isn’t helping the situation any. (more…)

Are You Being a Bad Parent to Your Writing?

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The fact is, many of us have been bad parents to our writing.  We can be like helicopter parents.  We monitor its movements to a tee.  We don’t let it out into the world without fussing over every little detail of its appearance.

“How would this reflect on us?” we ask.

We show up to write, putting in the required time and effort.  Making necessary sacrifices.  Only just to lock our art up where it’s safe.  Exposing it to the small world we feel comfortable with.  We lock our art up underneath our better-knowing and protective noses like it was Norman Bates.

“The world wouldn’t understand you like I do.  The world is vulgar and uncaring.”

Can we blame ourselves for doing the best that we can?  Our intentions were good.  We never meant to give our art a stifling environment.  We didn’t know any better.

The good news is that we grow up in a huge life that is conspiring to help us at every turn. 

How do we let our writing grow into what it is meant to grow into?

We let it out of the Bates Motel. (more…)