It’s a well-known fact that writers are an insecure lot in general.
I have to say that I’m no different. I worry about a nearly endless list of things all the time.
Since writing is such a solitary pursuit, it’s easy to compare myself to others and think that I’m the only one who’s afraid.
Luckily, there’s a group of writers who bravely air their fears and worries once a month and offer comfort and support to those who need it. Click here for a full list of participants.
Today’s optional question is: Besides writing, what other creative pursuits do you have?
Instead of talking about my other creative pursuits (mainly knitting and graphic design), I thought I’d tell you about one of my greatest fears.
I’m afraid that people won’t understand.
That even after they’ve read my story, they won’t understand and won’t care about the characters I’ve spent so many years getting to know.
It might be the same sort of fear you feel when you bring your beloved boyfriend home to your family for the first time. You want them to love him as much as you do, but you have a sneaking suspicion they probably won’t.
You can see he’s got a heart of gold, but he’s also got a tattoo and that isn’t really their thing.
But it’s also deeper than that.
Because these people in this story aren’t just people. They aren’t my friends or my parents or my lovers or even strangers wandering past on the street.
All of them.
A hundred different versions of myself, transformed and changed by visions of other lives leading other places than mine has.
And aren’t we all afraid of that? That if we revealed our true inner selves the world would look back at us with blank stares and quiet mutterings of “I don’t get it”?
What is your artistic insecurity? What are you afraid of? Share it with me in the comments and we can support each other!