It dawned on me that most of the abuse I suffered as a child were from people that didn’t believe in themselves or their children. The verbal abuse, I realize, that came from people who didn’t– and couldn’t– have my best interests in mind, said things that are worthless.
It has taken a long time for me to realize.
In the same vein, I am helped by people that love my writing. I wrote my first play when I had two friends coming home each night, asking to see the next scene.
My poetry readings are well-attended and friends love the work. I even get people angry that I haven’t published a chapbook. And my op-ed pieces and letters are printed in major newspapers and magazines.
Steinbeck has his wife and editor, Dostoyevsky married his secretary who transcribed his novels. I suspect every successful writer has someone in their corner. I suspect every successful person (success in the biggest sense of the word– not financial) has at least one person in their corner.