So there's nothing better than having writerly friends. They get you, really get you. They understand the voices, the dreams, the nerves, the disappointment, the highs, everything. They party on the ledge with you. They jump when you jump. They offer a parachute when yours doesn't open. They critique, support, laugh and buy dessert at lunch.
There's nothing better than writerly friends.
At the same time, they're part of The Curse. Don't get me wrong, I love ALL my writerly friends. To pieces. And then some.
But sometimes not knowing is priceless.
Here's what I mean by that. We're all on a journey towards publication. And the most important thing to remember is that your journey is absolutely unique. We cannot journey down the same road, even though the destination is the same.
I know this. Believe me, I repeat it to myself every time I hear about someone who's seen their cover, gotten a sneak peak at their book trailer, has a book deal and can shout about it, has a book out already, whatever whatever. And I really am happy for those writerly friends. I'm on the roof, screaming and partying with them. Truly.
Again, don't get me wrong. But sometimes it's easier not to know how fast/slow a book sold. How fast/slow someone got an agent. How fast/slow the art department is at Bloomsbury/Sourcebooks/Penguin/Delacorte.
At the same time, I'd totally feel bad if I didn't know about the journey's of my writerly friends. And thus it's a Curse. This cyclical Curse wherein I find myself repeating "My journey is my own. My journey is my own."
Does any of this make sense to anyone but me? Yeah, probably not. It's probably just the monster in me trying to reconcile internal demons on my own road toward
Does anyone else have this Curse? (please say yes, please say yes, please say yes) Is it easier not to know sometimes? Do you feel bad when you don't know, though? If so, you have The Curse. My condolences. *wink*