Welcome to the first Wednesday of the month, Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. IWSG is the brainchild of our noble leader Alex J. Cavanaugh, who understands our need for fellowship.
If this sounds like a group for you, check out IWSG’s webpage for instructions.
It’s a simple process:
“Post your thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you have conquered. Discuss your struggles and triumphs. Offer a word of encouragement for others who are struggling. Visit others in the group and connect with your fellow writer – aim for a dozen new people each time. Be sure to link to this page and display the badge in your post.”
Our Twitter Hashtag is #IWSG
Alex’s co-hosts for today are Krista McLaughlin , Kim Van Sickler, Heather Gardner, and Hart Johnson –
Please stop by and thank them for their time.
We are also trying to get the IWSG on the Writers Digest Best 101 Websites list!
My name is Joylene and I’m not only an insecure writer, I’m an insecure author.
I’m also a coward with misguided loyalties.
When I found a publisher, after querying for 25 years, it was not happenstance. Someone knew someone who knew someone.
I was so grateful. A Metis from an obscure northern village in BC, and my writing was finally validated.
By my very nature I would never look a gift horse in the mouth. Even when it takes 19 months to receive a royalty cheque, I remain quiet.
Do I not believe I deserve better?
Two years and seven months after I sent them the sequel to my novel, I’m just now realizing it’s okay to tell you how sad I feel. They’re never going to read my blog or learn I’ve publicly acknowledged their disrespect.
When I confessed to a Giller-prize nominated author and friend what was going on, she wasn’t surprised. She advised I find a larger publishing house more worthy of my work.
Eight months later, here I am.
They published the first novel in the series and if they don’t publish the second …
My validation will be revoked?
If this were you telling me about your publisher, I’d say “You deserve better.”
Beats me why I can’t say it to myself.