The Jealous Writer, The Envious Writer (o.g. post)

I don’t know where this post went, but surprise! It’s back.

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I have a moral failing, a vice I indulge in more than I should admit.

I am a jealous and envious writer. I see so many people hashtagging their writing sprints (#amwriting, I see you and associate your 7 a.m. tweets with smugness, joyfulness, and productivity). I know so many people writing, designing covers, editing, and launching at breakneck speed. I see so many people I know publishing and being successful at it. (Don’t ask me whatever the hell success is. I know it when I see it.) <span id=&quot;selectionBoundary_1572656451114_507372809754794&quot; class=&quot;rangySelectionBoundary&quot; style=&quot;line-height:0;display:none;&quot;></span>

And I am…not…productive at all. I’m not doing anything thanks to high levels of commitment to a stressful (yet rewarding) job, general anxiety (have you seen the dumpster fire we call this world?), and a laziness associated with burnout.

So I’m going to turn this envy and jealousy into something productive.

I am going to follow the example of The Jealous Curator and turn &quot;jealousy into get-your-ass-back-into-the-studio inspiration.&quot; (Well, without the studio. I have an office, but I would have to clean my office and excavate my desk from 10 years of clutter. But same concept.)

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