I’m stuck on the last chapter of my book and it’s driving me crazy.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve become so worried about what critics of my “big ideas” will say–and trying to appease them in my text–that I’ve lost focus on the readers who will share my perspective. I’ve crossed over from considering potential “constructive feedback” to feeling paralyzed by what we’ll call “anticipatory rejection.”
It’s not a good place in which to write. (Or to allow one’s emotions to dwell, actually.)
We all do that, from time to time, I suppose–become so worried about what other people think that we cripple our own creativity, our mojo.
Many of us are prone to doing that when we become writers, artists, gardeners–parents even. We bounce between other people’s opinions and our own, trying to please everyone and frustrating ourselves. We scrutinize ourselves and our parenting through the lens of what everyone else is doing and wonder: “Am I doing this right?”
But it doesn’t do any good to invest an excess of time and energy into people who don’t get you–or to allow comparison (that “thief of joy”)–to bog you down because it will sidetrack you from your goals, your dreams, your plans.
You need to spend the bulk of your precious energy on people who NEED you, your attention, your wisdom, your enthusiasm, your love. THAT will move you forward.
Lori Pickert, one of my fave writers/thinkers/bloggers, reminded me of that idea this morning in this marvelous post.
Okay. I’m going to go tackle that chapter now.
Wish me luck.