I’m not who you think I am: “the other writer”.
In writing, there is a pervasive myth of “the other writer.” In this ridiculous tale we tell ourselves, “the other writer” is an omnipotent genius who can write no junk. They never doubt the words on the page. Everything comes easy to “the other writer”: book deals, best-selling titles, accolades and awards, affection and fame.
I’m here to tell you “the other writer” doesn’t exist. (Well, except for Stephen King.)
But really, when was the last time you heard a writer brag about how easy they have it?
If you did hear such drivel dribble out of a writer’s mouth, you’d immediately block that person and label them as a poseur.
So why do we allow ourselves to believe that the flawless “other writer” truly exists?
I think it’s to soothe our tortured brains—it MUST be easy for SOMEONE, right?
Let’s hear what YOU think. Please comment below…and I’ll do a recap post in a few weeks.
(P.S. I don’t think it’s easy for Mr. King, either.)
