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Last week author, Heather Webb, wrote a terrific post for the Writer Unboxed Blog, The Haves and the Have-Nots: Surviving Writer Envy. If you haven’t read it, please do. Her advice is golden:

“… focus on yourself, your journey.
Someone else’s successes do not diminish your own.”


Heather’s post was of particular interest to me, because while I have an inclination toward envy, it doesn’t extend to the traditional trappings of success, particularly writerly success. (My envy revolves around art glass, pottery, travel, and pet ownership, but that’s a whole other post).

Not only do I not envy writerly fame, such success brings the exact sort of attention that sends an introverted sort like myself into full-blown panic mode. Photos? Interviews? Public speaking? That’s nightmare territory.

I can’t explain why I don’t envy the blockbuster status of an EL James, Stephenie Meyer, or Dan Brown, or why I feel a thrill rather than envy when I see a friend’s name on the bestseller list. All I can tell you for sure is that envy just isn’t there.

After reading Heather’s post, I began to wonder if something was wrong with me.

Then a funny thing happened. A vision appeared, bright and shimmering in my mind’s ***Gareye: the cover of Andrew Davidson’s 2008 debut, The Gargoyle—a novel that left me awestruck. The beauty and breadth of the story, the sublime prose, I cherished every word. This book made me cry.

Envious? Oh, yeah. Of Davidson’s talent and genius. As for his success? Meh. If Davidson hadn’t sold a single copy of The Gargoyle, I’d be just as envious.

It’s not as if I want to write like Davidson. I want to write like me, but with his level of artistry.

This overlong preamble brings me to my weird February insecurity. Can my lack of envy be a detriment? Without coveting fame and fortune, can I (or any writer like me) ever be hungry enough, driven enough, to succeed as a writer?


Envy is an insult to oneself.
-Yevgeny Yevtushenko