I always enjoy looking back over the past year and seeing what posts readers enjoyed most. I see an unexpected pattern with the top 4. Enjoy!
10. Genetic Genealogy: Proving the Paper Trail
9. Anxiety Spiral: Idling in “A” Gear
8. Control Your Inner Critic: The Power of a Name
6. The Split Brain Phenomenon: On the Outside Looking In
5. On Being a Low-Energy Person in a High-Energy World
4. Spring Book Fair 2018: Snowmaggedon!
3. The Enchanted Book Fair: Fall 2018
2. 48 Years
1. Book Fair Magic: Casting a Reading Spell
Thank you to everyone who has read The Goose’s Quill this year! I hope you all have a safe healthy, happy 2019!
Comparing Yourself to Others…and Your Past Self
This week Jami Gold had a blog post that reminded all of us that we cannot judge our own progress by that of other writers. I am terrible about doing this. One writer I know has 4 young children and another on the way, yet she writes about 100,000 words a months.
Talk about demoralizing. I’m here with my one kid who is getting old enough to take more care of herself, and I’m struggling to get 100,000 words a year.
I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with me.
So Jami’s advice is good for me to hear. But it’s not just me comparing myself to other people that’s the problem. It’s also me comparing myself to a younger me—and in some ways that’s worse.
I used to be a writing machine. Words would pour out of me and my word count was astronomical. Now it’s…not. I’ve improved a bit over the past couple of months, but I really miss the writer I used to be.
So I think I have to work on accepting that I am not the writer I used to be, not for lack of talent or desire, but just because life is different. There are things taking up time and energy now that were not there before. More things to navigate and juggle, but also stressors that impede creativity and make it difficult to access creativity when I do have time.
I’m working on fixing some of these things, but mostly I’m working on being kinder to myself and accepting that this is my “now”. In a year or two, I will have a different “now”, and who knows what that will look like, writing-wise?
Are you your own worst critic? How do you deal with accepting the limitations you have on your writing life?