But I want to be clear with myself -- what am I envious of?
I am envious of a writer's perseverance. Envious they give themselves time. Envious they give themselves permission. Envious they don't allow themselves to be sidetracked. Envious they call themselves "writers" and no one bats (or rolls) an eye.
A cynical friend loves to drunkenly reiterate that most writers' successes are unmerited; they get published only because of "who they know." I've never fallen for this notion -- even though there's some truth to it. Having friends in your "business" (whatever it may be) is never a bad thing; however, if you aren't at least a very good writer, you're not going to get far.
I don't feel envious of talent, which is, to a large extent, out of our control. I am envious of "stick-to-itiveness" and fearlessness. And these are qualities I can control.
I don't feel envious of talent, which is, to a large extent, out of our control. I am envious of "stick-to-itiveness" and fearlessness. And these are qualities I can control.
