There's no praise or acknowledgment paid to women who raise the babies.
My opinions of which of my works are good are vastly different than other people's. There is one that I'm obsessed with but I swear... no one else has ever even commented on it. So I'm a bit shy to draw attention to it.
Because - Bobby Lewis said this once to us in class, the better you get, the less credit you'll get. Because the better you are, the more it looks like walking and talking and everybody thinks they can walk and talk.
The fact that there has to be a man behind my success when I genuinely have worked so hard is frustrating.
We never clocked a job.
They're not willing to admit that I've also shed blood and tears and often paid dearly for my success. This makes me feel extremely sad.
The hardest thing about being an unpublished writer is that there's always that voice in your head that asks if you're really being a fool. You might just really stink and not know it. You have to have a lot of blind faith in the process. You have to like it so much that you're going to do it anyway.
I'm just used to working harder than everybody and other people taking the credit.
Sometimes I get all the credit, and it makes me feel bad because I'm not the only one out here sacrificing everything. There are people out here on the road with me with kids and families, and they're out here busting their backs for me.
People will find any reason not to give you credit for your success because, in their mind, your success is their failure.
I was always working; it's just that no one was paying attention.
I always feel like everything I shoot is a student project, and nobody else knows about it. I forget, in the moment, that other people will see it.
You cannot win an Emmy for roles that are simply not there.
It's an awful feeling to write something that you feel is really important... and to feel that you're being published by people who really don't get it and/or don't really care.
I'd chosen to dedicate my life to writing, and I asked myself, 'if you write your whole life, and nobody ever sees a word, is it as a writer that you die?'
Your motivation gets sucked away when you know that whatever you do your name won't be on the team sheet.
The carer of the disabled person is always in the background. People don't want to hear about the sleaze and the nitty-gritty and the hardship.
Even if you do succeed most people wouldn't notice anyway.
I am not unhappy that my contribution was not recognized. I am sure it helped my career.
That made me feel very disturbed, because it never seemed to be about how much hard work was involved. Ever. It was about... 'hazel eyes'. It does help if you can brush that stuff off.
A lot of work - unattributed, with no dollars - goes into taking care of kids.
I am not disposed to complain that I have planted and others have gathered the fruits.
You can work this hard and sometimes not get recognition for it.
I am hurt that some people criticise very harshly without even realising the hardships which we go through.
Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.
