I read your piece feeling the excruciating rawness of it and with every line i've wanted to yell: " Even the masters experience self-doubt; you're only truly a writer once you've tasted the bitterness of imposter syndrome." but I must respect your decision and bow to your courage. May the rebound be sweet, and as rebounds do, may it propel you forward, upward, joyfully.
I love you. And I feel every word of this brave (agonizing, powerful, empowered and still somehow providing your reader comic relief) post deeply. What. A. Journey.
This may not be your book-baby yet, Jackie, but I love where you’re redirecting your attention. We need your voice, your heart and your words.
Chop. Mourn. Compost. Grow.
That’s how this works, right? You’re incredible ❤️
I read your piece feeling the excruciating rawness of it and with every line i've wanted to yell: " Even the masters experience self-doubt; you're only truly a writer once you've tasted the bitterness of imposter syndrome." but I must respect your decision and bow to your courage. May the rebound be sweet, and as rebounds do, may it propel you forward, upward, joyfully.
Nothing is ever wasted. On to the next! I can’t wait to read what you’ll put next into the world ❤️
Yes--use the parts! Or put it in the attic and start anew. I’m sure all that writing made you a better writer.
I so painfully relate to this. I've found many upsides, too, weirdly. Sending lots of head nods and other affirming gestures. xoxoxo
Brave of you to take this step. Sounds like you had another f**king growth experience which are so painful but important.
❤️🩹❤️💪💪💪💪
I love you. And I feel every word of this brave (agonizing, powerful, empowered and still somehow providing your reader comic relief) post deeply. What. A. Journey.
This may not be your book-baby yet, Jackie, but I love where you’re redirecting your attention. We need your voice, your heart and your words.
Chop. Mourn. Compost. Grow.
That’s how this works, right? You’re incredible ❤️