Those Little Voices At The Back Of My Head
I’m having one of those days. A little voice at the back of my head whispers nonstop, making me question where I’m going and what I want to do with my writing. Any writer or author knows what I’m talking about. That moment when self-doubt creeps in and you wonder just what it is that you’re doing and where you’re going.
I’ve been published since 2011. This road hasn’t been easy. It’s been full of ups and downs, and all sorts of in-betweens.
I’ve a little arsenal of books at my disposal for the reading pleasure of my readers and fans. Lately, though, it seems that no matter what I do, I’m not reaching anyone. I’ve had four books release in the span of these last few months. Aside from a few sales and quite a few readers/beta readers/etc that have read these stories and have liked them and told me so, not much seems to be happening. Those that also promised to post up reviews beforehand haven’t.
I also see the bickering, bullying, and hatred happening in the literary circles I run in and it’s disheartening. Authors that should be supporting one another turn their backs on each other just because they’re competition. Not to mention the fact that there are those who go out of their way to sabotage someone else’s career just to get ahead. It mind-boggles me to see this happen on a daily basis. Seriously, when did it come to this? Why can’t we just support each other the way we should instead of shunning and turning our backs on fellow authors and writers?
It’s stuff like this that causes those little voices at the back of my head to rear their ugly heads. I’m disheartened. I really am. It feels like I’m stuck somehow, no matter what I do.
I write because it’s a passion of mine. I know I’ll never stop. I just wish I truly knew what people like or don’t like about my work. What works. What doesn’t. What can be changed. To know that there are those that truly appreciate what I do.
Have you ever been there? Felt like you’re doubting yourself, your writing, basically everything around you? What’s pulled you through?