I am not a social creature. Don’t get me wrong. I know a lot of people, and these people actually like me, but butterfly I am not (that’s you, Iyanna).
I bring this up because first I read Elana’s post the other day. I’m still amazed at her ability to take those bleh feelings and turn them into some positive encouragement.
I’d definitely been reading a lot of blogs lately addressing the hard work and dedication and love of the craft of writing involved in making it into a career. It seems most writers have gone through those questioning moments of self-doubt.
Then I read this post today on Candyland’s blog. It’s true we write for ourselves first before others, and I’m glad to be reminded of it. I also read several posts on success stories, including this post announcing Frankie Diane Mallis’ signing with an agent.
The combination of all these posts beset me with some strange, mixed up feelings, and it was suddenly clear to me that I am a little terrified.
Yes, I worry a bit that I won’t get an agent, won’t get published, and won’t get good reviews, but I just began my journey. I have time. I was surprised, however, at my gut-wrenching reaction to the idea of getting what I want.
What if I got an agent? What if I get published? What if I was successful? Then what? People will see me. There will be expectations to meet, obligations and responsibilities beyond what I’ve experienced, and that’s where my self-doubt lies.
I would love to offer a tidbit of encouragement, but as I haven’t yet achieved that level of wild success, I suppose I will just have to learn about what happens next in the steps to publication. That way my fear will be battled, slain and finally put to rest by the time I eventually get there.
Anyone have tips for conquering the fear of success? Any insights on why someone would be afraid in the first place?