The aphorism “illegitimi non carborundum.” is mock-Latin for “don’t let the bastards grind you down.”
This isn’t about handling the countless rejection letters you’ll receive if you plan to purse writing as a profession. That’s already been addressed in a previous post.
I’m talking about the little things—–the offhanded comments, the pieces of friendly advice, the hard doses of reality (meant for your own good, of course)—–that chip away at your self-confidence bit by bit and make you want to turn your back on writing.
Maybe you’re no good at it, maybe you’ll never make it as a writer, maybe you’ll never finish that novel, maybe you’ll never get your name out there, maybe no one will ever pay you for what you’ve written. So what? I’ve said it once before but it bears repeating: if you want to write, write.
You don’t need to justify your desire to do so. Ever. To anyone.
Sally forth and be writeful.