This week's reading includes It's Hard Not to Hate You
I don't know a single writer that doesn't feel this at one time or another. Frankel writes:
The rich. The thin. The beautiful. I’ve got no problem with them. If the world’s wealthiest, hottest woman walked into my office and asked for a cup of coffee, I’d get it. But if she said, “Guess what? My first novel just hit the New York Times bestsellers list!”?
Hate. She could get her coffee in hell.
On the other hand, I've been reading a lot of Brad Warner's Zen Buddhist books lately, and one of the principle tenets that I'm working on embracing is that there is no other. When I look at you, I am seeing myself look out of your eyes back at me. Hating a successful writer means hating myself. And there is no self, which makes it all the more futile. I'm on a Brad binge - four books in six weeks - so more on him later.
You can read more about Valerie Frankel and writerly hatred here.
You can read Brad Warner's blog here.