Today’s assignment: write a post inspired by your About page or widget.
So of course, I had to go back and read my About page again. The one thing that stopped me cold was this: “My biggest fear? Rejection, of course!”
That’s a hard thing to admit. You’d think, having lived this long, I would have gotten past all that worry about what others think of me, or of my work. In many ways, I have. The thing is, writing is like any other creative effort; it’s kind of like having a baby. You grow it and nurture it and keep it close to your heart during gestation, until it’s time to present the world with your creative masterpiece. Then, the baby comes and you’re in love with your own creation, believing totally that no one else has ever produced such a fine piece of work. Your pride is immense, and you want to announce to the world that YOUR very own baby is finished and ready to put on display.
The very last thing you need at that moment is for some random person to say, “He looks like Jabba the Hutt.” Rejection!
I’m scared to death that some editor will look at my work and think of Jabba. How awful would that be? It seems safer to me to just write for fun, never risking rejection. If I do that, however, I ruin the whole point of writing. Like any other creative effort, writing is meant to be read–by someone other than the writer.
I know! I’ll just blog, and I can “publish” my work and people can read it or not, and I won’t ever feel rejected! Yay!
Of course, I also won’t ever be able to pay for the groceries unless I keep working at my present job until I start to drool or I fall off my chair. Or both.
Did you notice how cleverly I segued from serious to silly? It’s a lot easier to poke fun at myself than it is to take a long hard look at how I deal with (hasn’t even happened yet) rejection. Never try, and I’ll never fail.
I’m just such a scaredy-cat.