Dear Never-Good-Enough Demon,
You are an insane and unreasonable perfectionist with completely impossible standards.
Chill the heck out.
Dear Who-Do-You-Think-You-Are Demon,
Let’s make this one thing clear.
Just because I am not a Great Writer™, doesn’t mean my work does not deserve to see the light of day.
Just because I may never be able to write with the brilliance of J. K. Rowling, Dara Horn, or Ernest Hemingway, does not mean my writing is of no value.
So please stop citing my general inferiority as a reason to despair, give up, or cease my efforts to improve my writing and get it published. It’s just stupid.
Dear I’ll-Never-Have-Another-Good-Idea Demon,
Okay… you know, let’s do a little thought experiment where this fear materializes and I die never having written another story I love.
Now read this carefully because it’s important.
It won’t matter.
Much as I enjoy defining myself as a writer, much as I dreamed of one day introducing myself as “Daniella Levy, author”–author is not all I am. My writing, and its quality, does not define me as a person, and if I never accomplish anything great with my writing, that doesn’t mean I won’t have accomplished anything worth being proud of.
I am a human being. I am a friend, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a mother, and an aunt. I’ve raised three little boys to the ages of 7, 6, and 4, and they are happy and healthy and kind little guys who are not afraid to cry, who stick up for each other and for their friends, and who spontaneously express gratitude. That is probably the biggest accomplishment of my life so far. It won’t get me into any hall of fame, but who cares?
If I never write another story I love, I will still pray with tears streaming down my face; I will still sing at the top of my voice while washing dishes; I will still love deeply and fiercely; I will still support my friends and family; I will still wrestle with God; I will still bake the most delicious challah for Shabbat; I will still listen, I will still give solid hugs, I will still do what I can to inspire and encourage people, and raise my children to create a better world than the one I will leave.
The most important story I will ever create is that of my life, and it won’t need to be written anywhere.
Dear You’re-Nothing-Special Demon,
Neither are you.
Also, being special is overrated. I am me, and that’s enough, and you don’t get to tell me otherwise.
Dear This-Is-All-Pointless Demon,
I apologize for the impersonal nature of this letter. I receive hundreds of proposals from various demons and I wish I had time to respond to them all individually. I carefully consider every submission I receive, and I’m afraid I did not find yours to be a good fit for me at this time. Please note that this is a highly subjective market and another writer may feel differently.
I wish you the best of luck in your search for a creative person to torture.