The Writer’s Ego
by Louise Caiola
In a perfect world, the writer would have no ego. We would be filled with an endless supply of interesting plot lines and legendary characters yet our hearts and minds would operate independently. Without the need for our work to be liked, understood, revered or extolled virtuously.
Newsflash – this is NOT a perfect world.
And so it goes that we writers set about our creative tasks with the greatest of care, like those tightrope walkers, without a net. We await word from the combined masses that we pretend will not personally resonate. We understand subjectivity. It’s the nature of all art.
A sour review will sometimes set us off track. Temporarily. We brush it aside. The joy of The Opinion. Yet our egos are not so readily placated. Truth be told (and you didn’t hear it from me) writers are really just humans with the very same delicate ego-ecosystem that most humans possess.
We cocoon ourselves in the illusion of safety that comes from the unavoidable scrutiny of the public eyes. More or less the IT IS WHAT IT IS demeanor of the literary world. The equivalent of an industry shrug. As though the nature of the business makes the tough stuff easier somehow.
Newsflash – It doesn’t.
This isn’t a PSA to all readers. Not a commercial suggesting that you Hug your Favorite Author Today.
This is merely a reminder. Writers are people too. When you stomp on us, we scuff. We fold. Stomp easier, if you will. Or mindfully. Or not at all.
Read with kindness. Appreciate the efforts behind the results. Play nice. An ego somewhere will thank you for it.
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