Sometimes I read a book by some amazing author and I’m left more than a little depressed. My stomach starts doing this ... churning thing and my jaw tightens.
Then comes the I must write better.
By that I don’t mean better than that author, but better than I currently am. It’s inevitable that we compare ourselves, that we look at ourselves with a jaundiced eye.
It’s important that we seek out authors whose writing is so much better than us that they kick our ass or punch us in the stomach. So good you’re left beaten, down for the count, none of this giggle and just tripped, is all.
As I lay there, I start planning how I’m going to write more, read more, study how novels are constructed more, push myself to sharpen my voice more ...
And as I wonder if I have the talent or the smarts or the ability, I’m only left with one consolation.
At least I can work harder, longer, smarter.
You ever feel sucker-punched by someone else’s great book? How do you get up?