We have three kids, all same gender, all close in age, so Christmas morning takes a little bit of finagling to avoid fighting.
So we end up buying a lot of 3x of the same thing, like the item you see pictured above. I could have gone my whole life without a Mr. Potato Head Spud Lightyear in my home, but now we have several to avoid fighting. I branded them immediately with Sharpie so no one could fight over whose was whose.
I think we are like this as writers sometimes. It’s very easy to look at someone else’s writing career and think, “What I have/what I’m doing/how I’m writing is fine, but I wanted THAT!”
I’m guilty of it, mostly in the area of reading a book and thinking, “Oh, but I wanted to write like THAT! I wish I were that talented!” Or deep, or creative, or had such a way with words…I always wish I could write like that.
But our writing is our own. Otherwise we would end up with a bunch of books that all sound the same and what fun would that be?!? You can have too much of a good thing. Ask my kids, who I think are starting to wish they had diversified a little in their toy selection.
Our career is our own, and so is the way we experience that career. And the same with life. Which means that this year I vow:
1. to appreciate the good things even more
2. to not beat myself up because I can’t write like other people– I can only write like me, and
3. to try not to swear when I find yet another pink Potato Head ear or wiry white arm in the middle of the floor.
Wish me luck.