"But wait!" cried Sex Bustily, the woman who presumably had some kind of job and life before he rescued her, "The writer had a great idea!"
"You’re right" grunted Man Testicles. Which was impressive because grunts are monosyllabic. "The writer’s really proud of it too. It’s a fantastic idea they’ve been working on for ages, and will totally resolve this story, but they’re worried that the reader is too stupid to get it. So we’ll have an impossibly long conversation in the middle of a crisis situation, murder the momentum, and explain how we’ll fix everything before doing it."
Imposter syndrome is one of the “creative” spectrum of self-imposed mental disorders. The internet allows thousands of people to publish their work to acclaim, audiences, and every other kind of success, all without the grueling scutwork we secretly think…
I really do mean to leave the house, honest. But there are so many wonderful things in here!
This is the way to do it. Any kind of asshole raging about their point on public on the assumption that they’ll either get positive results or nothing, or that all publicity is good publicity (an attitude which doesn’t just discount but utterly ignores their effect on your day) needs to start accumulating negative consequences.
When you are self-employed as an artist or a writer or an actor or a designer or whatever, those roles are not your actual job.
Your job is to Make Shit Happen.
rstevens is a role model for all freelancers, part time avatar of the speed force, and at least four clones if you look at his output.