GIVE ME AN ‘L’ ! I Love you too, cheesy goodness.
Everyone, regardless of whether they are a writer or not, needs cheerleaders in their life.
You may call yourself a misanthropist and aspire to cave dwell for the rest of your days. However, you will shrivel up and die without a pom pom or two being shook for your cause, efforts, or for being plain old you.
We all need encouragement and praise from time to time.
Writers require this in abundance. We are needy creatures. Just check out the particularly desperate ones who promote their books every five seconds on social media, or respond to each of your posts and comments with a link back to, you’ve guessed it, their recently published book, as evidence. By the way, we’re not all that shallow. Some of us actually engage with you.
I learned the importance of cheerleading when I was a teacher. Students perform better and will make more of an effort if they know you’re rooting for them.
I didn’t give false praise as a means of motivation. I would never tell a semi-literate child that he/she was the next Shakespeare. Heaven knows, we could all do without that writing monstrosity being added to the future slush pile, when our work is itching to be read alongside it. However, I did praise genuine effort and improvement, regardless of ability.
GIVE ME AN ‘I’ . Why thank you my pasta friend of Italian carbs loveliness.
I came to understand that teachers also need a supportive squad. To be told that I was doing a pretty good job every now and again saved me from a potential twisted love affair with wine.
In any role we have, we could all do with getting some praise and support.
When your boss tells you that the decisions you made to help a sick patient, in your position as a doctor, were informed and compassionate, you beam.
When your partner expresses their gratitude for the amazing job you do in raising the kids, it makes it worthwhile. You’re also less likely to throw the little darlings out of a moving car.
When a customer thanks you for great service, you feel the warm and fuzzies and begin to believe that maybe they aren’t all objectionable arseholes.
We all need to hear the cheers every now and again.
We also need to acknowledge the ones doing the cheerleading.
Don’t just absorb the cheers, send them right back!
GIVE ME AN ‘S’ ! Oh coffee, life does not happen without you.
I began full-time writing earlier this year. I could not have made that decision without the support of the husband. He believed in me when I didn’t. He still believes in me when I don’t.
Without this man constantly shaking the shininess of love and chocolate at me, I wouldn’t continue. He is the best chief cheerleader ever, although slightly too hairy for the cheerleader’s skirt.
Then there is a fab woman who has been there for eons; the best friend. She has seen the ugliness of aspects of my life and still believes in a perceived beauty of what I can achieve.
We move on to those higher up the cheerleaders’ pyramid; the friends and family that give the odd holler and a shimmy. They make it worth the battle too.
Right at the top, stretching their legs out and showing off because they deserve to, are the fabulous readers and followers of this blog and my Facebook page. Give yourselves a cheer because you are flipping marvellous.
You could all leave this blog right now *separation anxiety ramped up to 1000* but it wouldn’t be the same. When you show me you exist through your written and verbal comments, I’m encouraged that my writing has created an interaction between us.
This world would be a gloomy place without those little beauties bouncing about and jiggling what their mother gave ’em – although some of you seriously need to consider investing in a sports bra.
Do nice things for your cheerleaders to thank them, even if it’s not your thing. They do it for you. Do you seriously think that people want to keep hearing your weird ideas for your novel, or help you come up with a name for the monster that lives under the bed at 1am (sorry husband)?
Go find your cheerleaders right now and show them some love. Shout ‘Go team’, talk about dating, prom etc… You can so tell I am not American right now can’t you? Apologies USA.
Okay, Brit version: tell your mate he’s not such a bad bloke whilst punching him in the arm, buying him a pint, feel awkward for initiating physical contact, call him something derogatory, and then move on quickly to watching the football.
GIVE ME AN ‘A’ ! No chocolate, the glory is all yours, you freaking goddess.
P.S. I’d list all my cheerleaders here but I’m sure with the length of my posts anyway you’ve possibly lost the will to live by this stage. Therefore I may get away without naming you all and then I can figure out who cared enough to read to the bottom when they thank me for such a gushing post. If you did, you are flaming awesome. If they didn’t bother, we knew they were self-serving gits anyway didn’t we?