
I remember when I read Anne Lamott’s wonderful, pithy and straight-talking book on writing BIRD BY BIRD, reading about when Lamott had her first book published, and having the experience of dealing with jealousy. Writer friends who had stood at her side through all the struggling years before the first publication suddenly turned on her, vicious and desperate. And Lamott wrote, too, about her own feelings of jealousy, for example, when she found out that some people did not always have to go through the same agony of the writing process that she did.
I thought at the time that I was “above” jealousy. I figured that I might see people turn on me for my success, though I told myself that this would just be proof to tell me who my “true” friends were and were not. Then I could keep all my true friends, dump the other ones, and be a happy, successful writer. As for my own jealousy, I couldn’t imagine having to deal with anything like that. I was a good person, generous and clear-thinking. I had celebrated the successes of friends who were published before me without a twinge because I believed strongly in myself.
This view of myself was largely right, for a while. Then some crappy stuff happened.
I had a contract for a revolutionary knitting book for kids with an easy no cast-on method that I invented myself. Canceled, and no one bothered to tell me until a month before the book was due out, after I had spent hundreds of hours, knitting samples, taking pictures, drawing illustrations, and of course, writing. The next year, I walked into the bookstore and found a book on knitting out by the same publisher with some suspiciously similar projects in it, credited to an in-house editor.
Then, after my first book sold, I spent two years trying to satisfy an “option” clause with my first house with a second book. Finally, I gave up and started searching for another house with an editor who might appreciate my darker, older fantasies. But the same thing happened again. My option book was rejected, after I’d worked on it for two years. My agent sold that book two weeks later (bless him!) and I had a third house for a third book. Not a good track record. In the midst of working (at last!) on a sequel, my lovely third editor was let go and I am now working with a new one.
At the same time, I had to deal with low sales, occasional nice reviews (and some bad ones), the local Barnes and Noble refusing to stock my book, the local independent store refusing to answer my emails asking if I could come do a book signing there, and generally being considered a nobody. I dealt with seeing other writers around me suddenly hit fame and fortune with first novels that I thought were only mediocre, getting movie deals and being seen as celebrities that I was lucky to know.
And I felt jealousy myself. It is not a pleasant feeling. It makes it difficult, in perfect honesty, to go to conventions and talk to other writers, congratulate them on successes, and to listen to their stories of all the reasons that it is so “hard” to be in so much demand.
How do I deal with this feeling of jealousy? There are a few different ways. I don’t know which to recommend, because I use them all at different moments. A list of things I tell myself:
Maybe you will be above all professional jealousy in writing. If you are, though, that will be something else for me to be jealous of.
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