Thursday, November 17, 2005
It Takes More Than Inches
When the other children started posting their blogs I went through a huge case of intelligence envy. They've all done such a fantastic job. How was I supposed to measure up? I've never blogged before. Heck, I can barely get through my hectic day with my temper and brain power firmly intact let alone sound intelligent before ten AM. Morning person I am not!
But that's when I started to think. Measuring up isn't just a problem for bloggers. I don't think there's another business - especially a woman dominated business - where so many participants are willing to share their time, experience, and education with the next person - all while secretly wishing they could emulate some specific aspect of that person's craft. I wonder if it's just our profession or if more suffer from this phenomenon and I'm just not aware of it.
I don't know how many times I've read a published book and thought, "There's no way I'm going to succeed. I can never write as well as (fill in the blank)."
But down that path lies madness.
I never can measure up. Not to those published, unpublished, or on the brink. Those writers are not me. They don't have my own unique experiences, sense of humor, outlook on life (or my damn Yankee upbringing).
In the end, I have to be me. And I have to be true to my writing and the story I want to tell. And if that means I'll never have Kimberly's comedic timing, Danniele's flare for the dramatic, Alexandra's dry wit, or Marilyn's excellent characterization, that's ok. I can appreciate it in their work. Just like I hope they appreciate the strengths in mine. Because I have them. Sometimes it's just hard to remember what they are ;-)