The other day I came to a realization. I'm not as truthful as I'd like to think. Especially when it comes to my crafts and books. People like to ask me how I'm doing. I always tell them I'm doing good. Which isn't always true. But the thing is, if I say that sales suck or I didn't sell as much as I hoped, then they're going to pity me. Does anyone really like being pitied? It has to be one of the worst things ever. I can take being loathed, but please don't feel sorry for me. I'm trying, after all.
Ugh. I am being patient, but it's not easy when bombarded with other's success. A little known fact about why I quit college is because seeing other, better artwork didn't inspire me to try harder. It depressed me. I could never be that good. And I didn't have someone counteracting that thought. Which is why I try to cheer others on. Having someone in your corner believing in you is great motivation to work harder.
Well, I guess I got a few confessions out there. Do I feel better? Is my soul healed? Beats me. If you want, hop over to Story Dam and add your own thoughts or write some confession themed fiction. Maybe it will do your soul good.
Before I go, I'd like to remind you about this. Yes, the Snapshots' big birthday giveaway is still going on. Want a confession for that? Giving away a giftcard feels like I'm bribing you to read my books.