As a writer, I want to compare myself to others. I read the work of others and sometimes, maybe, get jealous. Not just a little, but A LOT.
Stephen King.
Ernest Hemingway.
Edgar Allan Poe.
Jeremy Statton.
Elizabeth Hyndman.
Max Dubinsky.
Jon Acuff.
William Gay.
Andi Cumbo.
Todd Foley.
And that’s just who I wish I could write like today. The list goes on and on. If I’ve read your work, you probably are on this list as well.
The only way I can keep my envy in check is to promote other writers. I am actually friends with most of the folks on that list. (Stephen, please call me back.) Since they are my friends, I know more about them than just the writing. Each writer faces many of the same challenges I do: parenting, fatigue, keeping the house clean, a day job, car issues, computer problems, and much more.
A friend once said, “Don’t compare your beginning to someone’s middle or end.”
That statement is jam-packed full of truth. It’s easy to look at someone’s polished work that they spent hours, days, weeks, months, even years on and not realize how long it took them to arrive at the final product.
I choose not to be filled with envy when instead I can be filled with joy.
I refuse to view each other as competitors when we actually support each other. Writers read. I read your work and hopefully, you will read mine at some point.
Have you felt this writer’s envy? What do you do about it?
