It’s one of those days. Your inner critic is on a rampage. Your writing sucks. All the good words are hiding in the corners of your brain and you’re left with the rejects. You turn to Facebook for cute cats and emotional support, only to discover that every other writer in the world is having a fantastic day.
Friend X is celebrating her arrival on the NYT bestseller list!
Friend Y just signed with his dream agent!
Friend Z sold the 100,000th copy of a book you personally feel kind of sucks.
Acquaintance A just had a huge breakthrough and wrote 10,000 words this morning…
The virulent comparison bug kicks in and in the dark recesses of your soul you wish for some small bad thing to befall that oh-so-successful friend of yours. Nothing really bad, of course. Something small, like a zit in the middle of a perfect forehead, or a little muscle twinge, or bad traffic on the way to work…
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