There are many critics to my writing- my family, my very few friends and my English professors. I’ve always been told I write good essays, and I believed that for some time, until I started work as a freelance writer. I am discouraged by the feedback from my employers, and while this blog became my final exit (writing what I write best), I find it’s not enough. I feel my efforts are in vain, and I am struggling.
Internet fame is far from my head, although any attention would certainly be appreciated. Don’t all we? I try not to confuse my worth, my ego with my blog’s success but I cannot draw a definite line. Also, as writers (most of us here are) and bloggers, we all have a writing style that is unique to each one of us. But sometimes, reading other’s work, I cower down and wish I wrote the same way. The same is true of magazine articles online.
Maybe I am too hard on myself? Why can’t I simply admire other writers; instead, I am so frickin jealous. I hate myself. Silent reprimanding due. I wasn’t always this way. What do you think?