Cute, huh? Not so much.
Reading used to be the joy of my life. I still wear out my Kindles but now the pleasure has this undertone of pain. When I’m reading something that is really well-written and incredibly creative it hurts because…I didn’t write it.
The green-eyed monster digs her claws in. She gloats and smirks and whispers in my ear, “You’ll never write anything this good, you’re wasting your time, quit now before it gets too embarrassing.”
There is no defeating the green-eyed monster because she is not your enemy. Pet her, feed her, comb the knots out of her hair. You need her. When she bars her pointy teeth pay attention. When the green-eyed monster shows up, take notes 🙂