By our nature, artists and writers are crazy or at least a bit neurotic.
Since joining a bunch of comic book related groups on Facebook, I’ve been guilty of posting things about my work in hopes of likes and shares. Whether it was artwork, reviews, or just innocuous questions about comics, it was like I was addicted to affirmation from my fellow comic book creators. It got so bad that I was spending too much time on Facebook and not enough time actually creating.
Luckily, I realized that being a comic book creator isn’t all that I am. I am also a husband, a father, a teacher, a designer, a cook and more. I am not defined by this one thing that I do and I refuse to hang my self-esteem, my self-worth and my happiness on this one aspect of my existence and what others think of it. As a comic creator (or whatever!) I need to remember that I DO matter and that I shouldn’t need to seek out evidence to that fact.
It’s fine to create. It’s fine to promote. To network. To be with community and support fellow creators. But I must remember that our art and our stories are a byproduct of our life. Not the other way around.