It's true that writers generally write alone. Think about it. How many fingers can actually fit on a keyboard? But despite that little nugget of truth, it takes more than one person to bring a story to full fruition. Are you writing a novel? Creating some other kind of art? Just wanting to get a project completed? Then make sure you surround yourself with these natives . . .
It's an ugly world out there. Everyone's got an opinion and they're not afraid to use it, especially when it comes to art. You're going take a beating, so you need a champion on your side. This is the kind of person who adores your work, believes in you when you don't believe in yourself, and always has a word of encouragement. The Dart Blower
This is the realist. The one who lets you know when your artistic underpants are showing. The critiquer who isn't just a yes man, but is honest enough to let you know when your art falls short of the bar. Yeah, those words of wisdom might sting, but you'll be the better for listening and polishing your product before it's released to the world.
Someone needs to defend you, you pathetic little artist. This person might wear the hat of an agent or an editor, an art director or even your spouse. The warrior fights for you, defending your art so that you can spend the time creating your art. The Witch Doctor
Like it or not, you're going to get wounded at some point in time. A sucky review. An outright nasty social media attack. Whatever. You must have someone in your life who brings healing words and comfort to your soul. The kind that knows when to bring dark chocolate and a hot latte. The Chief
Your art isn't going anywhere if you don't have a bwana to make it happen. Network amongst the movers and shakers in your field and make friends with the powerful.
Without an editor or publisher, a friend and a critique partner, or a prayer buddy, you'll be fighting an uphill battle to bring your art to the masses. Get out there and gather your tribe. You'll need them.
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?