Beware the corrosion of Jealousy & and Envy: Some antidotes.


In the earlier posts when, to be honest I was fooling around a bit, this subjected was treated fatuously; probably another reversion back to my juvenile streak (You mean men actually have another state? I hear some ladies say). Actually when viewing this in a more sober light The Green Mist can be a real problem.

In the spirit of my blog the theme is to do with warnings to or sympathies with writers starting off; it is unlikely there is anything new in the following paragraphs to experienced writers.

As we all know writers are initially unsuccessful and it is a long hard road with much work needed. The danger for the unwary is this can lead to discouragement and in some cases, worse, bitterness, which arguably has a relationship to jealousy and envy. In turn this can lead to down a path of not being objective, but instead just thinking up spurious notions along the lines that someone who gets published must have been lucky, or is writing what sells, or is in the right clique, anything in fact to avoid looking objectively.

Being in the mentality that it is not hard work and perseverance which gets something published can lead to a type of self-imposed exile. No one understands your style and you should not pollute this unique approach by reading anyone else’s stuff, which you conclude is all the same, tired formulaic dross. (You tell yourself)

At this stage someone come should along and empty a large bucket of metaphorical or literal cold water over the said exile’s head and shake them out of this mind-set. Corrosive envy does not a constructive medium provide.

Hopefully it will sink in that the time has arrived to accept that invite to visit The Realities who are nice folk and don’t empty any type of water over your head but will chat over allegorical coffee and biscuits.

Human nature being what it is, you  will have to confront this sort of thing…

“But it’s still not fair! I worked away for lots of years at my project and I have nothing to show for it. Woe And lackaday!! What was the point of it all? I could have done something else with my time”….you say (or to be honest I said, several times, and it not such polite terms)

“But I did treat the finished work as a first draft. I did follow the advice of more experienced writers by re-writing and so forth. I even endeavoured to make myself known in Social Media! Yet here I sit unknown, forlorn and less than the dusts beneath the allegorical wheels of the chariots of the more talented, or (snarl) fortunate!” (now quit that snarl- remember that which I wrote earlier….I heard that!)

Look at it this way….

It is a fact that the chances of public recognition are slim even if you do work your proverbial socks off (do people work socks (of a proverbial nature) off in the USA? Truth be known I’m not sure these days if socks are cast off in sheer effort in the UK, but I digress). However at the end of the day, that is not the point.

I’ve told folk I’ve written books and they look impressed (in a small way)- I’ve quickly added I’ve written more than I’ve sold, it doesn’t seem to matter, there are often words of encouragement, and that is nice.

Consider this. There may be many writers but they in turn are a small proportion of the population Remember this you made the effort. You created something from your own imagination, you crafted it. You put the time in to put the whole into a written format. You may have self-published in paper, you may have e-booked it, you may have put the whole work in a blog. But you did it! By your own efforts and determination you made it so far. Celebrate that!

And also bear in mind that nothing is ever over, just keep on keeping on. By all means learn from others. Try something new. Just don’t give up. If you are writing it is because the urge is there in your blood, the elements which make this so should never be stilled. Let them carry you along. I would like to think (but not just yet) dropping dead over my keyboard would be a fine way to go out.

Final words:

These are actually extracts from an earlier blog on 20th July, which are worth repeating:

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.” George Bernard Shaw. (Be fair that’s just the sort for thing you need to now, after all what could be more noble than carrying on in the face of  current failure and having it endorsed by such as Shaw)

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” Edisdon (Now that is just the one you need as the rejections pile up.)

The RaggedTrousered Philanthropists- by Robert Tressell was published in 1914, he died in 1911- lesson – you never know when your work will strike a chord

Keep on writing; it’s the only way forward. There is no backwards. Ride your own wave. You are a writer- end of conversation.


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