This is what my inner critic was babbling in my ear this morning
Who do you think you are trying to write a novel?
That sentence is terrible.
I don’t know why you are editing these fifty pages. You’re manuscript isn’t going to win anyway.
You must think you are better than everyone else.
I don’t know why you are even trying.
It’s snowing outside. We got about five inches of snow overnight. I cancelled my annual exam appointment this morning so I could stay home and edit my manuscript while laying in bed in my jammies. I needed a little TLC and downtime.
As I started editing my inner critic jumped in full force babbling all the crap from above and all my insecurities came to the surface. I felt my manuscript was kinda of blah. My sentence structure wasn’t the greatest. I didn’t have the warm, fuzzy feeling that I normally do when I edit. I felt like there was a dark rain cloud hanging over manuscript.
Usually my inner critic isn’t this loud or critical or if it is I ignore it, but not this morning. It was hard to edit this morning, but I kept pushing through. I edited the pages that I wanted to, but I’m not feeling confident about it.
I know the phrases Who do you think you are trying to write a novel and You must think you are better than everyone else are from my childhood. I’ve wanted to write since I was little. I’ve always had lofty dreams. My two younger brothers were always labeled “Learning Disabled” in school and my mom still uses this reference once in a great while in reference to something. Maybe this is why I haven’t finished my novel because who am I to go after my dreams when they are learning disabled? It’s just this old shit from my childhood that I need to sift through and figure out. My brother’s are far from learning disabled. My angry brother built a truck from the frame up and I’m sure my other brother could do the same. So why I am holding myself back? What if I would publish my romance novel? Would it make me better than them? No. Would it make me better than anyone? No.
I love it (not really) when this crap from the past comes up and I have to deal with it. Especially when I thought I already dealt with it. I know I have dealt with parts of it, but not all of it. This is something I’m definitely going to have to write about in my journal. I’m grateful for my inner critic today for showing me another brick that can be taken down from my wall of armor.
What does your inner critic say to you?