I doubt the quality of my work all the time; it zaps my confidence.

My writing place, photo taken early last year. It’s much messier now and that’s how I like it. Creatives like mess.

When I am confident enough to try and publish, I send out manuscripts. They have all been rejected so far, which zaps my self belief.

My family think I’m mucking about on social media wasting time when I’m writing. They believe it’s a hobby. They say I’ll never make money from it.

I would like to prove my doubters wrong.

I’m thinking of joining Medium’s partner program,

but aren’t sure if I’m good enough yet.

See what I mean?

The average mainstream author in Australia earns a hefty $14000 annually; or so my husband keeps telling me. This decimates whatever self-worth I have left over. I may not make any money, but I am a bloody writer; just like you.

Thank God for Medium.

I publish what I want when I want,

whether it’s any good or not.

And, I do think some of it is starting to be good.

Being published here gives me back some pride in my work; just a modicum, not enough to get a big head or anything. So does getting a new follower; so thanks for the follow, Hayley Walsh.

Cheers fellow writers:

authors

creatives

artists

wonderful

self-aware

inspirational

writerly

people watching

people

out there.