Self-Love for Writers
May. 15th, 2016 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I’m going to be honest and admit that editing my work has become one of my least favorite activities. When I look back on my own writing, I literally cringe.
Someone needs to offer advice on self-love for writers. I routinely see any number of “Just keep making art! You’re doing fine! You improve every day!” posts circulating around Tumblr, but I never see anything specifically directed at writers. This is strange to me, since writing - and especially editing - is just as nerve-wracking and emotionally intense as visual art, and the immediate payoff (as measured in terms of notes) tends to be far less concrete.
I would offer to make a series of supportive posts myself… but I can’t promise that they would be well edited.
Someone needs to offer advice on self-love for writers. I routinely see any number of “Just keep making art! You’re doing fine! You improve every day!” posts circulating around Tumblr, but I never see anything specifically directed at writers. This is strange to me, since writing - and especially editing - is just as nerve-wracking and emotionally intense as visual art, and the immediate payoff (as measured in terms of notes) tends to be far less concrete.
I would offer to make a series of supportive posts myself… but I can’t promise that they would be well edited.
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Date: 2016-05-15 06:46 pm (UTC)Also remembering that every time I write, just like every time one draws, I put together words in different ways and try new things, and that sometimes those things fail, but I still learn from those. (My boss, at work, is very keen on "you learn more from messing up than succeeding" and as much as it's nerve-wracking and horrifying to screw up when I'm getting paid to do it correctly, her attitude helps take the edge off of it.)
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Date: 2016-05-21 05:10 pm (UTC)(( I CAN'T WAIT TO READ YOUR NOVEL BTW. ))
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Date: 2016-05-23 01:10 am (UTC)(In retrospect, it's not that I was terrible when I was younger; it's just that I'm better now. I try to cut past-me some slack. She was playing Ode to Joy; I'm trying to figure out Fur Elise.)
(ahhhh, thank you! I'm making strides! PROGRESS IS BEING HAD. Just, slowly.)