Last night I read something that said, "When an anorexic teenage girl looks in the mirror, she thinks she sees someone who is fat, ugly, and worthless."
I thought, OH MY HECK! That's what I think about my writing!
How did this happen? Somewhere along the line I became obsessed with creating the perfect manuscript. I thought I wasn't worth anything unless I could be J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordian, R.L. Stein, and Beverly Cleary all rolled into one.
It just ain't gonna be. And I have to stop comparing myself.
I'm not a writing supermodel. I don't want to be. I'm me. I like what I write. This morning I feel happier about being an aspiring author than I have in a long, long time. I'm working on a positive manuscript image. My manuscript isn't perfect, but it's a good, solid piece of work. I did my best. I'll give it just a little more love and feeding, then send it out on its way.
What do you do to keep your writing happy and well fed?