Every time I hear that my word-sparkle has brought magic into someone’s success-impaired life I get a little of my own magic right back. My thanks.
It may surprise you to hear that my writing is frequently the subject of barbarous remarks from flagitious little ant-people who have not yet become self-actualised. When this happens I question their execrable motives. Nine times out of ten it transpires their miasma was born of maleficent jealousy—except in those instances where the person is simply wrong.
Just hoist your chin up, Patience. Hold your head out high and say to these people-ants: ‘Do you have ANY IDEA WHO I’M GOING TO BE?!!!’
Unless, of course, your work is genuinely awful; in which case I’d advise you to make it less so.