Go grab yourself a chunk of cardboard and a sharpie. In block letters write HELP WANTED. Now go hang that on your front door. Why?
Because you, my friend, need help. We all do. It's called the human condition.
The other day I was critiquing one of my writerly buddy's chapters. Whoa, baby. Usually this author nails a book so tightly, I need to take a crowbar to it to unearth a freaking typo. Not so this time. I bled red all over that piece. I was a little nervous to send it back, but you know what? That seasoned author thanked me for it. No, really. I was bathed in gratitude because without my feedback, that chapter would've gone out into the cold, cruel world and ugly reviews and possibly dipping sales would be the result.
Lesson learned from that little story? This author not only needed but accepted help. It's a humbling thing to receive that help, but you and your art will be the better for it. Never be afraid to ask for assistance or support.
And on the flip side, never be too busy to give it.
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?