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Friends hate me writing my book.

Friends hate me writing my book.

First of all, hi blog friends. *waves* It’s September, my how the summer FLEW by. I’m still in the writing cave, but something came to my attention last night that had my little hackles all raised and scary-like. And when I get mad, it’s NOT a pretty sight. There’s red-hot fury, then there’s stringy drool and panting and A LOT of obscene gestures as I transform into the HULK. Here’s why. Someone came across my blog by searching:

“Friends hate me writing my book.”

Let me clarify, that the search term and subsequent finding of MY blog didn’t make me bare my teeth and go all crazy-eyed. No friends, it’s the sadness of knowing there are people out there who would actively shoot down their friends dreams. Writing a book is hard. Sharing your words, your art, your freaking bloody little heart on your sleeve for everyone to pee on, is soul sucking scary hard.

Having people in your corner is so important when all those little doubt devils rear their ugly heads. If you’re the person that’s been beaten down, I want you to take a deep breath, because I’m about to tell you something important.

You are amazing. 

Don’t you ever forget that. Having a dream, then having the strength to put the time (and effort) into writing and rewriting your book until you bleed vowels and eat consonants is no easy task. If your friends go as far as HATING the very thing you’re passionate about, well, I can only say that they’re truly not worth giving up what sparks your soul for.

Keep writing your book. Keep your chin up. And when all else fails, write those naysayers into your project and kill them off slowly, and painfully. Bleed your frustrations into your pages, your art will thank you.

Hold your head high, put those blinders on, because if you ask me (which, I’m aware that no one did) those friends are sounding mighty jealous that you’ve found something you love doing. Write your book. Do your thing. And know, that one day after you’ve edited the heck out of that manuscript, I’ll be waiting in line to get my grubby little paws on it. To hell with anyone who tries to crush your dreams.

Write on.

*steps off box, ends rant*

6 thoughts on “Friends hate me writing my book.”

  1. Ohhhh. I miss you and your blog posts! But it’s all for the greater good. I cannot wait to read YOUR books when they get out there. It’ll be worth every minute in the WIP in the end. *heads back to own writing cave* *waves over shoulder*

    1. Aww thanks, Kip! See? Right there is the importance of having awesome writing pals. You made my day 🙂 Oh, and I’ll be out of the writing cave soooooon, promise. Good luck with your WIP!

  2. You’re back! (Okay, maybe for just a NY minute, but we’ll take what we can get!) What’s funny is my best friends despises–I’m trying to eliminate the word “hate” from my vocabulary–reading. She can’t stand it. But never once since I started writing has she ever said she hated my passion. We’re such opposites that even if she did pick up something I wrote to read, she probably wouldn’t like it. That’s fine and totally okay with me. She has NEVER told me to stop, is always encouraging me and shares my work for others to read. Really can’t ask for more than that!

    1. I’m always shocked when I hear that people despise reading, mostly because I’m sorry that they’ll never fall in love with the worlds the authors create. I can’t imagine my life without my favorite literary heros, but I guess that’s our prerogative. 🙂

      YAY! I’m glad your friend is supportive of YOUR choice to be both a reader and a writer. That speaks volumes of your friendship! I can’t imagine how hard it would be to pursue this career if I didn’t have cheerleaders in my corner.

      Oh! And I’ll *hopefully* be finished with my first draft in the next couple of weeks, so I’ll be back to regularly posting SOON-ish. Thanks for popping in!

  3. Weird, I told my two closest friends I was embarking on writing a novel. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. They made strange glimpses at each other. I shrugged it off. Then I got published! The same strange expressions, only more intense. Whenever I bring up my writing (which is now my life), they quickly change the subject. I’ve given up speaking about my writing when I’m around them, which seems strange and uncomfortable to me. I have another friends, long distance, who goes so far as to berate me, telling me I’m living a pipe dream, even though I’m published. He tells me over the phone that he doesn’t want to hear about how I’m wasting my life. Another odd incident occurred when I ran into an old acquaintance. We asked each other “what’s new?”. After he told me about his new airline job, I showed him my business card with my “author'” credentials. He took it from my hand, gazed at it, handed it back, and walked away without a word. What gives? Is writing such a horrible thing? Did I miss something in the big collective meeting?
    Thanks for you post!

  4. Hmm it appears like your blog ate my first comment (it was extremely long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I wrote
    and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I as well am an aspiring blog blogger but I’m still new to the whole thing.
    Do you have any suggestions for beginner blog writers?

    I’d really appreciate it.

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