Friday night I had a conversation with two parents from Zebu’s basketball team. We don’t know each other very well so I was thrilled when the dad wanted to talk about books. The conversation moved from books we’ve read to the kind of books I write. I’d told them upfront I’m a writer and also said I hadn’t yet broken through but that I knew I was close to getting published. The mom wanted to know if I’d made any money from my writing. I said no. The conversation continued with the dad asking questions about my current book out in the world. The mom stared at me and then stated, "You write but you’ve never made any money."
"Not yet," I said. "But it’ll happen because I’m not giving up."
At that moment I probably should’ve been a little nervous. Or depressed. Or angry. Something. But I wasn’t. I felt absolute confidence in me and my work.
This whole exchange couldn’t have been better timed since Nathan Bransford recently linked to this analysis of writerly confidence versus delusion. And now that I’ve reread it, I can say without a doubt that while the basketball mom undoubtedly considers me delusional, I know the truth: I’m a confident writer.