Sometimes people say that it’s a relief when someone steps up and is honest about one of those things that we all feel but we don’t say. The person who speaks out is brave and honest, and deserves presents and wine.
I say this is bullshit.
We all know parenthood can be thankless and shit. It can be horrible.
We know that making friends in your career can cause great jealousy and unreasonable feelings that make you feel like a six-year-old.
We know that having fans/readers/listeners can be frustrating, and interviewers and bloggers and fans can ask asinine questions.
But these are things you talk about when you are at a bar at a con. You talk about it over coffee when you’re with a good friend. You exchange stories over lunch with your writer’s group.
You don’t talk about this in a public forum because while those who share your position can nod knowingly, everyone else in the world with judge the fuck out of you. You’re not grateful to your fans, you’re the opposite of what a parent should be, you’re Satan incarnate. Not to mention that once you have your story out in a mainstream magazine, the world will shit on you because comments. These people look for reasons to judge you. Look at the comments of every kid or animal video on YouTube. Whatever you think is good and cute and funny, someone will tell you to die in a fire because you are clearly abusing/neglecting your charge. For every parent of a toddler who smiles and nods at the “Why My Son Is Crying” tumblr, someone thinks he’s horrible.
When writers complain if entitled fans who demand input into our plotting, or feel the need to tell us exactly why they hated our books, then we’re bitches who don’t deserve anyone’s money and should die in a fire.