So if you read my last post, you know The Epic Fail that has been my writing journey to date. I won't lie; it is hard to reveal that. It's much easier to stay silent and pretend that all is well, that the big break is just around the corner. But in keeping misery to ourselves, we lose the opportunity to support one another.
Some other writers I follow have been doing some soul-sharing of their own recently:
Natalie Whipple declares 2010 the Year of Suck (you MUST read all the comments, too!)
Beth Revis discloses her permanent state of jealousy
Kiersten White talks about the pressures once you're published
Romance Magicians blogs about losing focus and the Blank Screen
Ted Cross wonders whether he should be writing for the market instead of his passion
I applaud all of these brave authors for putting the truth out there, for baring and sharing not just their highs, but especially their lows. Because we've all been down before, drowning in a pool of suckiness and damn-it-all-I-hate-this misery. When writers throw life preservers to one another at times like these, beautiful things happen (as evidenced by the comments on Natalie's blog post and this one, too).