Something Different

This is not for you.

For the first time in my writing career I am not writing for you.

I am not writing to charm you, interest you, please you or entertain you.

I tried that. God damn but I tried that. I tried so hard. I tried for 15 years.

It didn’t work out. I didn’t catch on. I didn’t take.

Bad luck? Bad timing? Bad ideas? Maybe.

Or maybe I’m just not good enough. Good, but not quite good enough.

My stomach twitches just seeing those words on the page. Because that’s what scares me. That’s what has always scared me. That I’ve bumped up against the limits of my talent, & the dreams that drove me, shaped me & scarred me, will be forever out of my reach by an excruciating inch.

Because I’m not quite enough.

Or maybe I’m too much. But not too much of any of the good things. Only the stupid things. The crass things. The angry things.

But, dude, come on. How was I supposed to ever hide that shit? Writing is a primal scream. A barbaric yawp. Writing is the introverted control freak’s desperate attempt to connect with other humans. It’s our way of saying Look, here’s me. Here’s who I am & how I’m trying to be in this world. This is the space I’m taking up.

My place is this world has gotten a shitload of 1 star reviews, people. But I prefer those to the collective meh that’s been the hallmark of my career. Because reviews, even the mean ones, prove I have a voice. I’ve been tapping the mic going hey is this thing on? for so long that it’s actually reassuring when the occasional asshole shouts yeah, so shut the fuck up.

So. That’s where I am with my writing. That’s where I’ve been for a long time, honestly. I was just happy the mic was on. People could hear me. Sooner or later, if I just kept at it, something would click. All I had to do was never give up. Keep working. Keeping writing. Keep trying.

This, of course, is catnip to the good, but never quite good enough crowd.

Because our deepest fear is our deepest conviction, isn’t it? I’m not just afraid I’m not quite good enough, I know I’m not. Just like I know it’s all my fault. It’s the bitter pill you see silver medalists choking down on every podium around the world. You were so close. If only you’d tried harder. If you’d studied more. If you’d eaten less. If you’d trained harder. If you’d talked quieter. If you’d smiled more. If you’d dressed better. If you’d weighed less. If you’d wanted it more.

Bottom line? Victory was right there. You just didn’t earn it.

Fuck that.

Just fuck it. Seriously.

I quit. I went out & I got a job. My youngest went to middle school, so she’s old enough for a house key & an hour or two of alone time after school. And I dumped my bad boyfriend of a writing career & started seeing other people.

I’m in a committed relationship with a very nice teaching job now. I work with adults, so I get to swear, which is key.

Turns out I’m a sweary bitch. Who knew?

And I have a boss who texts me every Friday to say how awesome I am, how lucky they feel to have me & what great work I’m doing. To thank me for the week I just gave them.

And every goddamn week, it brings tears to my eyes. And I have to revise my reply like seven times before it comes out like thanks, I love my job, and not this text is like rain on the arid desert of my self-esteem, bless you and everybody in this organization for allowing somebody as damaged & unworthy as me to take up office space.

Bad boyfriends will fuck you up. And I can’t even say that I’m done with mine. I very well might go back to writing someday. I keep waiting to feel the urge. I haven’t yet, but I will.

For now, this is enough. This small, private corner of the internet that nobody visits. This will be my place to grieve & heal. This will be my place to be exactly who I am, sharp edges, foul mouth, tacky tendencies & all. I apologize for nothing. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Don’t come back.

This is not for you.

This is for me.

1 comment on “Something Different”

  1. Heather Reply

    Love this article! You describe the issue that many women have so clearly – that we are never quite enough; not thin enough, not clever enough, not smart enough.

    I just started reading your books (read the Talent for Trouble group), and I really like your writing. So I looked at your home page and found your blog, and like that too. I hope you continue writing as you have great talent.

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