too much worry
July 1, 2014 9 Comments
Recently, a writer friend of mine sent me a message with this little gem at the end: “Remember – you probably do worry too much. Writers usually do.”
Oh, how true that is.
We writers are a weird crowd, and I mean that as nicely as I possibly can. (Weird is dramatically under-rated. Normal is so…eh. Who wants to be normal? Seriously. Who are these normal-agenda-ed people?! Count me out.)
Back to my point. I’m a writer. I worry too much. If you’re a writer, there’s a good chance you do, too. I’m not sure why that is. Writers are often anxious. Maybe it’s the nature of the craft. I mean, we’re rarely right there when people read our stuff, if we let anyone read it at all. If we’re not famous (and honestly, if you are, why the hell are you reading my blog? Or, more to the point, why aren’t putting me in touch with your agent?!), all we have to go on are the critical assessments of our friends, and that’s not much. They’ll say just about any drivel is ‘good’ to spare your feelings.
Or, maybe it’s just how the creative mind is wired. Who knows?
Regardless, it’s a common enough thing. Writers sometimes sink into anxiety and even depression, which is part of why being a good writer means not writing sometimes. Sometimes you need to read. Or hang out with people. (I mean people not in your own head.) Or just relax. You have to find ways to let that stress go.
One thing I do–you’re gonna love this–is just narrow my eyes and say, “Fuck it,” even as I’m writing. No, I’m not kidding. I’ll be sitting there at my computer, alone in the house, pounding away while also nursing an intense fear that everything I’m writing is pure shit, and I’ll just say fuck it out loud. Fuck the worry, the anxiety, the fear I’m not talented or creative enough. All of it.
If that doesn’t work for you, find something that does. This is supposed to be fun, this writing thing. Life, too, for that matter. Our time is to short to worry it all away.
After all, if you can’t have fun, why are you doing it?