Respect is not earned it is given, just like love. Once it is given it can grow or be broken and then has to be earned back.
When it comes to writing you have to respect what you do. You should not ashamedly say I am a writer. We need to be bolder about it.
Say, I AM A WRITER.
It is hard to do.
And respecting what we do is harder, especially if you are the only writer in your family or group of friends. Writing to some is a five word thank you card and how hard can that be? Even my 5-year-old can do it if forced.
Loving to write is something few understand. We aren’t forced by our parents or peers. We do it because we love doing it. We also hate it. That happens when the picture in your head will not put itself on the paper. When all the letters do this: eirrgonoeorhhoeo and there isn’t a single word in there without rearranging.
And rearrange we do. We take this word from here and put it there. Then we take a sentence and then a paragraph and move them. Or delete them. And, eventually, we find an arrangement that resembles what we saw in our mind’s eye.
And we do all this alone. And without exercise, except the fingers and the eyes. It just doesn’t seem right.
For us who do it, it is fabulous. When it is done.
Then we show it to others. You have to be bold and respect what you have done as the best you have ever done. And it is. Each time. Some of our pieces are liked by more people than others, but that’s okay.
Respect what you do and others will too.