So last night late in the wee hours when I was supposed to be writing, but couldn’t I wrote a post for my blog and published it. It was emo and angst ridden and sortof more than I wanted “out there” once I reread it. Not really so much what it said but how it was said. Which is funny because that’s kind of what this post is about.

So I deleted it. But not before Spy saw it. Of all the people who could have seen it, Spy is one of the people I feel absolutely most comfortable with, because I just feel like we have a lot of the same quirks. Then today Erica goes and writes about angst and this same kind of fear writers have about what others think about them, either as writers or as people. And I’m not sure if it’s the universe making more batches of coincidence cookies or if she saw my blogpost before deletion too hehehe. At any rate, this post still screams to be written.

So I have two people who “get” what I was saying and suddenly I feel like I can come back and say it. When it comes to writing I have many fears. I’ll never be published. I’m not good enough. I’m good enough but the market shifts and I never get published. I get published and my book doesn’t make it. I get published and my book is somehow a wild success against all odds but the second book bombs and I become a “one book wonder.”

Truly I would write even if I never got published, but writing, like all art forms is meant to be shared. And never seeing publication smacks of unfulfilled potential.

All those are emo and insane, but no fear is more emo and insane than the “OMG what if I lose my shot at publication over something I SAID.” Especially online. Not my writing. Not the quality of it. But me, as a person. What if some little soundbyte that encapsulates my insanity or makes me come off like a dramahound or a bitch or a know it all so colors another person’s thoughts…as in an editor or agent person, that I lose my shot?

I realize this is insane. Like Howard Hughes insane. Because frankly we’re all emo. We’re all angst ridden, and we all live just on the edges of sanity. So if editors want to work with only totally and completely sane people…who the hell are they going to work with? That’s not writers. Somehow I really doubt that editors are looking for sane writers to work with. I’m sure what they’re looking for is writers they can work with, who can take criticism of their work, who can understand the collaborative nature of a book once it’s out of their hands, who can meet deadlines, and who obviously, can write.