Saturday, 10 April 2010
Part I: Insecurity. Inconvenient, isn't it?
A writer's inspiration can sometimes induce instinctive insecurities. How inconvenient, indeed. But what is insecurity exactly? Is it really how the dictionary illustrates it? Intimidating? Afraid? Ill equipped for intrepidity? My insecurity stems from many issues - but it doesn't mean I can't incidentally be intrepid too.
The impression I get, is that each individual gets intermittently insecure for inconstant reasons, but in my case, I feel insecure about my writing first and foremost. But that does not mean I think my writing is inferior. If I didn't love my imaginative written inventions, I would have given up immediately and pursued my idiotic idea of being a rock star despite suffering from insurmountable stage fright.
So what exactly is it about my writing that I feel insecure about? I'm insecure about whether other people will like it as much as I do. Fear of other people not identifying with my imagination. Unfortunately, a writers career depends on other inhabitants of this intimidating publishing world - but it should not mean that we should let other's impose on our indomitability, our independent imagination.
If we relied on each individual opinion we received, we would start writing for other people only, rather than for ourselves. And then we wouldn't love writing anymore. And as much as you try to fight it, to influence yourself to write for other people in order for your book to sell, it's not going to invert the fact, that if you do not find a way to write for yourself too, your book will lack passion and will still not sell. It is our love and the passion and intensity that oozes from those pages that makes our readers insist on reading it through the late hours of the night.
So please. Kick your insecurities in the butt. Write what you love, and I candidly believe, that one day, someone will pick up your manuscript, and see exactly what you see in it. And then it's just the beginning. ...