So, I wrote a book. But most of you know that. And actually, I’ve written a couple books but only released the one. And while at first, I was unbelievably happy and excited about the attention and the press that it incurred, it never ceases to amaze me how some people … some that are closer to me than any of the independent reviewers out there who graciously donned my book with higher accolades than I could have hoped, how some of these people now find it necessary to label me a “show-off” and a “bragger”. And this confuses me.
Should I not smile when people ask me about it? Am I not supposed to be proud of my work? Should I not tell people about the book signing that Starbucks hosted? Should I just sit in a corner and hope my book sprouts wings and flutters about marketing itself?
It would be one thing if I talked of nothing other than my book – but I do not. If anything, I do not talk about it enough. Instead, I wait for someone else to bring it up and then I generally feign embarrassment, tell them the basics and then quickly change the subject and secretly pray that they don’t buy it. Because I have let the mean people have their way with my brain and it’s embarrassing knowing that it isn’t my best work – that while it may have had some success, the writing was rushed and not as delicious as my writing is these days. And it can be excruciating to admit this, even to myself, let alone to the mean people.
Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt – Isn’t your face red: “When was the last time you were embarrassed? How do you react to embarrassment?”
On another note, why are some people so mean? Why do some relish in degrading others? Does it really make them feel better? Does it level the field, so to speak? And why, should I consider someone a friend that is quicker to label me arrogant than congratulate me for perusing my dream, working hard at it, and making it happen? Just a little juice for your Monday morning : )