Recently, I was talking with a writer friend whom I’ve known a lot of years. We go all the way back to writing craft class.
My writer friend works in a writing related field and makes good money. He also writes scripts occasionally.
We see each other from time to time and usually have a nice writing related discussion. Recently, over coffee, we were talking about the stuff we were working on. I was going through my list of writing to be done (it never will end, ever).
I’m Jealous. You’re so prolific. My writer friend said to me.
I didn’t know how to respond to that. I didn’t want to say, oh you can be prolific too, you just have to write more because that would be just not true.
I was also shocked that someone would be jealous of me. Me???? I have terrible vertigo, and that’s just the beginning.
My writer friend has a lot going for him. His job is good. He lives well. He should not be jealous of me. I do not have the power job. Compared to him, I. . . .
Ahhh-hah. I see.
Maybe we should strive to not compare ourselves to others. In the long run, it all evens out, and if it doesn’t, so what.
I have seen friends from school go on to be super successful in writing, and weirdly I don’t feel jealous of them. Besides, we were all goofballs in school, and I still think of them as goofballs.
Besides, I don’t have time to be jealous. I’ve got writing to do.