Showing posts with label fear of success. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear of success. Show all posts

Three Reasons Why You Can't Handle the Truth (of Success)

Monday, October 02, 2017
Recently one of the Muffin writers wrote about her fear of failure. After reading Beth’s post, I wondered. Are we afraid of failure? Or sometimes, is it a fear of success that paralyzes us?

For me, I know it's often a fear of success that keeps me from moving forward on a project. Fear of failure? I don't think so. Why? I teach kids who are 13-15. They're hardly ever equipped with a filter on their mouths.

I've seen my name scratched into bathroom stall walls (such as comparing me to a female canine), so the idea of getting a "no" or a nasty letter from an editor doesn't scare me.

However, getting out of my rut does.

Wondering if my "fear of success" theory about myself was completely whackadoodle, I read an article. I realize that I am scared of succeeding, and this might be why:

1) fear of becoming someone else

I get it. With success, a writer is sometimes transformed into somebody else. Their head grows. They puff up with clouds of self-importance. They become too superior to deal with those poor pathetic writers who haven't made it yet.

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However, I have writer friends who have gotten books published. Lisa Ricard Claro. Cathy C. Hall. Sean McLachlan. Margo Dill. Sue Bradford Edwards. Pat Wahler. None of them (I don't think) are flouncing around in a feather boa and a tiara and charging for autographs. (Sorry, Sean.)

That’s not it.

2) fear of selling out

Some writers think that "selling out" means self-publishing. Other authors consider the compromises that (I guess) must be made when getting a book published in the "traditional" way as a threat to the writer's artistic integrity.

In my opinion, any way you can get your work out there is fabulous, so I don't think this is why fear of success puts me in a state of paralysis.

3) fear of not being able to cope with success

Ding ding ding. We have a winner. I know what my rut is like because I've been stuck in it for decades. I write for the same markets. I submit. I get more rejections than acceptances. I do occasional author events/book signings. It's a life I'm comfortable with.

However, if I put the finishing touches on my manuscript and wrote a decent query and submitted it and snagged some interest and ended up getting it published? Whew. That kind of success would throw me into unknown territory. What kind of expectations would be heaped onto my back? What new pressures would I have to contend with? That level of success would necessitate me becoming a marketing machine... which I've never thought I'd be good at. More spotlights would be shining on me, which would (hopefully) mean reviews (and hopefully some of them would be positive).

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I get it. Failure and rejection are hard to take but I have age on my side. You get to a certain stage of life and it often equates into a I-don't-care attitude. My day job also helped me build a suit of sturdy armor.

No, for me it's fear of success. And hopefully I can soon succeed in overcoming that fear...

How about you? Are you scared of success? Or is it failure that has you fearful?


Sioux Roslawski is afraid of success, but she's trying to overcome it. During the day she works with middle-schoolers who really are polite but also quite honest, resulting in much laughter and much good-intentioned back-and-forth ribbing. If you'd like to read more of her writing or you'd like to cheer her along, please check out her blog.

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Friday Speak Out!: When Fear Halts Your Hand (Write Anyway)

Friday, September 29, 2017
by Amanda Loduca

My husband likes to tell people that I’m an author. I have never referred to myself by that title, because I always assumed the word “published” had to precede it to be earned. Upon looking up the definition, however, I realized that I am, technically, an author.

This is something that instills fear in me, and for ridiculous reasons. Mainly, I hate the idea of fame. I don’t want to stand out. I don’t want to be recognized. I certainly don’t want to read comments from people who hate my books.

Don’t get me wrong. I realize that fame is rare and that it takes an awful lot of work and marketing to reach that level. I know the average author barely ripples the sea of literature we’re swimming in. My mind though… you should hear what it’s like in here. It’s all worst-case scenarios taken to the Nth degree (but really, does anybody ever plan on getting a stalker?!)

When I vocalize my fears, people laugh. Why shouldn’t they? “Stop being so negative,” they say, or, “Why don’t you worry about actually getting published first?” Yes, yes, they’re right… Do I think that I’ll instantly spring to chart-topping success? No. But again, would I want that if it did happen? No. So why write?

I write because there are two Amandas- the one who laughs, dreams and hopes and then writes things down, and the one who just stumbles through life, drowning in words that want to burst out. And burst they will, in pointless ways- such as the enormous effort and editing I put into social media comments, or the 3-page essay contributions to my typically 1-page company newsletter.

So, there is no fighting it- I am a writer. When I realized this, and looked over the countless stories I’d left unfinished because of fear, I gave myself this advice: All you have to do is finish something… you decide whether you do anything with the finished product or not. That changed everything.

I’m sure I’m not the only novice writer that reads this blog. I may be the only weirdo that’s afraid of success, but I know I’m not alone in being afraid. Maybe you’re afraid of being too vulnerable. Maybe you’re afraid of failure. Perhaps you’re afraid of the judgment you’ll receive from setting your opinions free.

But that’s the thing- we’re thinking too many steps ahead. There’s no danger yet- our stories are still just ours. All we need to do is write what’s waiting inside of us that wants to come out- then we edit and decide. If only our families read them, who cares? We will know that we’ve done it, that we’ve accomplished something.

I finally followed my own advice and finished two novels that had been floating around in my head, and it feels good! Whether I take the next step or not remains to be seen, but I’m glad I took the first one.

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Amanda Loduca is a Christian writer and stay-home mother who is passionate about two things: uplifting/helping others facing challenges she’s endured herself (divorce, multiple miscarriages, losing her mother at a young age) and writing the types of stories she would want to read- ones full of hope and humor, that offer a safe place to hide from the day-to-day. She has written two novels that are in the editing phase and uses the rest of her free time to enjoy the great outdoors, blog and write songs. 
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