OK, the second is just what I tell myself to make it less hurtful.
But what I think we don't spend enough time focusing on is how this new world might make getting a commercial publisher harder, but it has made writing a much less solitary endeavor. Ten years ago, I would not have had the opportunity to know a myriad of wonderful fellow writers I met through the blogosphere. I wouldn't be able to share my insecurities, get reassurance, and reassure others without, if I was lucky, a trip to the local library, book club, or writer's center. And even then, I would only be interacting with people near me unless I was fortunate enough to get to BEA or Frankfurt.
At least 5 times a week, I am convinced that I should just give up on "trying to be a writer" and be happy with a good career. And at least 5 times a week, amazing writers and virtual connections remind me of all of the reasons why I want to keep working at getting my work out there (knowingly or unknowingly).
So I am insecure. A lot. And you all help me be less so. So a heartfelt thanks.