We often wonder what it would be like to be published.
We steal glances at the recently published books at our local bookstore, stare at the copies of paperbacks at the grocery store, all the while we ignore the little voice in our head asking, “Why the fuck aren’t you published yet?”
This voice stands up like a broken marionette, one string is torn as though it was never attached, but we keeping hearing the damn voice, calling to use in our dreams.
“Write asshole, why aren’t you writing, you’re sleeping and you should be writing, why aren’t you writing?”
The marionette is a clever disguise for our lack of faith in our writing or that we often, without understanding it, try to destabilize ourselves by worrying about the most recently published writer we’re friends with on social media.
Then we pick up their book and think, I’m better than this.
We continue our slog, staring at the paperbacks when we’re buying beer or another box of Cap’n Crunch.
We write, ignoring that damn marionette and keep going for one reason, we love to write. We love it like we love our kids, spouse, mom, and dog.
Stop staring publisher’s weekly, their emails will just drive you mad.
Brian B Baker, Writer 