I'd love to make money writing.
And I'd love to have a secret identity.
An identity that sets my regular self apart from my writing self. In which case, should someone find out about it, they'd be shocked to find out "you're Hero London???"
I'd love to have Hero London and her stories adored by millions of fans. I'd love to pay off my husband's dental school debts with book royalties.
Problem is, sometimes my writing just stinks. And I don't know how to fix it.
I know I have talent. I'd be selling myself short if I didn't admit that. But I also know I'm not perfect. I'd be delusional to claim it.
It's funny though. I'll get lots of compliments and wonderful reviews, all kinds of encouragement and support.
And one or two bad reviews.
And that's all I remember.
"Moving too fast."
Of course, it's all meant to help me. But I can't help thinking: This just sucks. Pardon my french. And I want to say "I'm sorry it's awful. I'm sorry I didn't get it right. I'm sorry there's so much imperfection and screw-ups and annoying, contrived scenes that lack motivation and move too fast."
Makes me wonder... what would John Ronald, Jo, Jane, and Jack do?
Probably just keep writing.