Okay, for those of you who don't know who Dory is, she's the little fish that helped Nemo save his dad. If you don't know who Nemo is rent the movie, "Finding Nemo."
Anyway, I think enough of us are in the same boat here (lol sometimes I'm so witty --because a dory IS a boat) to make me want to get some kind of cheerleader thing going on--- Okay here goes ---
Stop the Self Doubt, Yay Team, Push It Back, Push It Back, Way Back,
No More Recriminations, Yay Team, Take It Out, Take It Out, Way Out,
You Are A Fantastic Writer, Yay Team, Yes You Are, Yes You Are, We All Are.
Okay that was pretty pathetic but I was never a cheerleader so I don't know how but you get my drift.
We are, all of us, doing something that only we can do. Tell our own stories. I have my share of self-doubt, so do you, so does she, and so does he. The only person writing today that I think knows what the hell he's doing is Mr. Bailey, but then he is most god-like anyway. The rest of us are chumming around in the water looking for a line to grab onto to that will pull us to the surface so we can see the light of day and look into that agent's eyes (or telephone receiver) and say, "yes, I'd love a million dollar contract."
Will it happen, probably not for a million dollars, but I can dream. I think we are all swimming around in the ocean of self-doubt, fear and loathing because we can't grasp the idea that we are GOOD WRITERS.
Okay, I'm only going to say this once, (or maybe twice)
WE ARE ALL BRILLIANT do you know why? Because only WE can write our own stories. I can't write yours and you can't write mine. Oh you can suggest a bunch of things to make it better, words, phrases, semi-colons, but the only person who can write that story is you (or me - I've lost my train of thought). It's hard doing what we do. It's such a singular occupation, it's scary sitting staring at a blank screen, piece of paper, fingers poised waiting...waiting for the words to come.
And then they do. Like I said yesterday, I wrote a bunch of crap the other day. But you know what, it's MY crap. You didn't write it, you don't know what it means, you don't know what I'm going to do with it, where it's going to end up. It might not ever be Hemingway, but you know what, who cares if I'm Hem. I believe in my writing, I believe in the integrity of my story, if I didn't, I wouldn't write.
So, let's just take today and throw all our self-doubt, fear, loathing, self-pity back into the ocean and pick up the pen. No matter if we are all doing this alone, we still all swim in the school together and as Dory says,
"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming...."