Hi, all you insecure writers. Secure writers too. Also readers. Without you,where would writers be? Sher here, and this is my monthly post for the Insecure Writers Support Group started by Alex J. Cavanaugh, whose superhuman powers of being everywhere and doing everything make the rest of us feel a little more insecure. His helping us fix that makes us hero worshippers into the bargain. So what’s making me insecure this month?
You thought I was going to say time, right? Well, that too. Um, that always. But this month I’m concerned with family as well. That’s where most writers get their support. But I’m still trying to reconcile the fact that some of my family will never think my writing or editing are as important as their own pursuits and goals. Not even now that I’m making money as a professional editor. I like it. A lot. I love being a meter maid for rhyming picture books. I love helping short stories and novels take shape and become books readers don’t want to put down. I guess it stems from my love of reading. SF. Fantasy. Dr. Seuss type rhyme. All faves. Make those things middle grade or YA, and so much the better.
Back to family. I feel like I’ve just started writing even though I’ve done it since my youngest son was in middle school and got hit by a truck. He’s now nineteen and fine, by the way. I really did just start editing professionally this year after years of critique groups. I don’t want to quit either for an extended period of time, not for six months or a year, and especially not to retire in a few years. I don’t want to go where I can’t use internet for even a month. So there, I’ve said it in public. I want to keep working because I enjoy it!