You can call it critical feedback but it still knocks me back when my blood, sweat and/or tears doesn’t generate wondrous acclaim. How much can a word of praise or approval matter? Quite a lot as it happens. Often the most confident of us have the deepest underlying lack of self belief. So, how do we pick ourselves up and carry on writing? And why?
The why is the determination to succeed and the urge to tell a story because it is the best or most terrifying or funniest story ever told and we want everyone else to hear it. The bit I can get hung up on is the how. How do I motivate myself? How do I find a better way after yet another rewrite? How do I withstand rejection?
I admit that sometimes another job seems a better option. How nice to return to the days when a day’s work paid a day’s salary without worrying that someone would tell me that I wasn’t good enough. But I love to write. I am committed to writing. And I am convinced that every day and every piece I write brings me closer to finding my own Holy Grail.
That is why I write. How about you?