So, last month was my first time with the Insecure Writer's Support Group, and I have to say they were great! It was lovely to have friendly strangers stop by my blog and say hi.
Also lovely to be reminded that I'm not the only one crazy enough to fall in love with writing.
Right now, I'm actually in a pretty good place regarding my writing. (Excuse me while I go knock on wood.) Summer with the kids around is crazy, but I don't have as many responsibilities as I do during the school year when I'm teaching and editing a magazine for the university where I teach. I've finally nailed down a plotline I'm happy with (my deleted scenes document is now almost a book in itself), and I'm at the stage of revisions where I cut and tweak and make everything pretty. It reminds me why I love writing.
In a couple of weeks I'll send my ms out to beta readers and with the inevitable feedback, the story won't look quite so shiny any more. Hopefully, it will be better. But even though the betas I have are all fantastic people who are rooting for me, I can't help worrying about their reaction. Will they love it? Will they--like me--see the potential through the flaws? Will they think less of me if I write a book that they don't love?
K. M. Weiland had a fabulous post recently about how writers are guaranteed to think their work fails--at least some of the time. And that's okay. It's part of our growth as writers. It's part of what motivates us to work harder, to improve our craft.
My hope this week is for all writers to find those moments of brilliance that offset the inevitable retiring to the "cave of suckitude," as my sister aptly calls it.