My insecurity stems from the green eyed monster creeping into my psyche and I don’t like.
Three things happened in the last two weeks:
I read debut novels by two talented young authors and before I could stop myself, I uttered, “Well, their novels aren’t any better then mine, are they?”
I sent out four query letters and received three rejections. I think I handled it pretty well, until I researched tips on query letters and came across a story about a writer who sent out one query letter, signed with that agent and now has a 3 book deal.
I drove down the highway yesterday and was cut off by a cute red Mercedes convertible. Now, I don’t typically have car envy, but this car’s personalized license plate said, WRITER. Obnoxious, I know, but kind of cool.
I don’t like being jealous or envious. I know everyone gets what they get when they get it. There’s room for all of us to be successful in whatever we choose to do, but it’s hard when every where you turn, it seems to be happening for others.
Do you suffer from the green eyed monster? How do you deal with it?