I sit in the ballroom with 998 other writers at the winter SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) conference. I eagerly await the inspiration and writing wisdom to come.
Then the speeches start. And while speaker after speaker says things like “I think we all were avid readers growing up” and “I think we all have one book that has changed our lives,” I slink down in my seat. I don’t want anyone to know that those statements just don’t apply to me.
“Do you have a ‘one book you’ve read that changed your life’?” I ask my critique partner on the way to the airport.
She tells me she doesn’t have just one.
I wonder if something is wrong with me. Can a non-avid reader expect to write? Along with a healthy dose of inspiration, I’m taking home the seeds of self-doubt.
What perceived shortcomings do you bring to writing? How do you make up for it?