Everyone who has ever written anything knows writing is hard. There are many reasons why, and every writer’s journey is different. Something I struggle with may be easy for someone else and vice-versa.
I could write a novel about why writing a novel is difficult for me. But I won’t. Not today, anyway. I have something specific in mind and it’s universal to all forms of writing.
How does one deal with their inner critic?
I can’t say much yet, but yesterday, I wrote a poem comparing Donald Trump to the Titanic. I wrote it in a rush of creative madness, knocking out a 32-line poem in about twenty minutes. I bragged about it to my friend and on social media, and even texted my husband while he was at work, something I rarely do.
I thought I was so clever, and I was positive I could publish it.
And an hour later, I hated it. The more I re-read it, the more I thought it sounded like pretentious garbage, and I wondered how anyone could ever like it, much less anything else I write.
For the record, I’m back to believing in my cleverness. I finished editing the poem and have already scouted out some places I’d like to submit it to. Wish me luck!
But I know it’s just a momentary respite. Once I hit that submit button, I’m sure my fears will return.
So…how do you silence your inner critic? A girl could use some advice.