The Book Club That Almost Buried My First Book

I always loved reading and had a great natural aptitude for creating fascinating stories. I finished my book and its manuscript burned my fingers.

I became a member of the ‘Pen-Friends’ club, aspiring authors of my little countrified and old-fashioned town, in the spring of 2011.

When a friend of mine offered to spend a long winter night reading and discussing my manuscript in a company of like-minded people, I rejoiced and agreed with delight. Little did I know what it would make me fear for the sanity of my mind and the soundness of my body.

There wasn’t a nerve in me this experience hadn’t twisted. It wrongs my heart to think that one of my books was so close to being buried in the coffin of a negatively false critic. The true nature of this club made me shiver with repulsion, sell my house, and change my address.

We always met on the dark side of twilight. The owner of the house welcomed everyone with an uncompromising face, hard diction, and vibrating consonants. When I looked thoughtfully enough, I saw a person who admitted nothing and looked down on everybody but himself.

If he could not out-argue me on the point of the value of my book, he bullied me and took my silence for agreement with his views.

Dracula #1 had her hour of victory when with malicious intention she made me believe she was a trustworthy friend. And when my heart was open, she triumphantly ended any amicable intercourse, exchanging it to a pretentious smile. She invented various scenarios to make me feel sorry for the things I’d done and confided to her. Her sudden transformation was the major reason that raced my shadow away from my hometown.

Dracula #2 was not tall, but he carried his head so haughtily that he looked a commanding figure, and there was something cunning and sharp in the look of his closely set little grey eyes. He disapproved of every attempt of my authorship experimentations in his engaging, deep, and a little husky voice.

I almost lost an ability to think under a tyranny of his pressing personality. He reasoned well and was driving at making me doubt my book and forsake an idea to publish it.

In the company of these people, I became almost not real anymore. This wretched book club made me forget all my responsibilities toward my family and friends. They had been quite ‘blowing my trumpet’ to win my confidence at the beginning. And at the end, I became a person on whom they exercised their revolting abilities to drain and drench.

That was a lesson to learn and never to be forgotten. I learned to stay positive no matter what happened and what others thought about me. Now nothing can shake the step of my intellectual pace. I believe in myself and in people I love and care about.

24 thoughts on “The Book Club That Almost Buried My First Book”

  1. I find myself trying to identify what kind of energy vampire I am! This is quite an interesting subject to read to about.

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  2. This is a really detailed and intriguing post! I’ll definitely have to do a bit of soul searching to help me remove these vampires from my life

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  3. i try my best to souround myself with positive people as they do wonders for my own well being x – kind regards Pati Robins at style squeeze blog

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  4. Energy vampires will drain you so much to the point where you feel overwhelmed and stressed. This was a great read to help anyone identify the different types of energy vampires and how to deal with them.

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  5. I live with and was married to a victim vampire. It was definitely a horrible and draining experience. I know how much it drains you as they feed on your through guilt and intimidation.

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  6. I have encountered all of these energy vampires in my life. It was so stressful having to deal with people like these everyday. Thankfully, I have learned to cope. They don’t affect me as much now as they did before.

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  7. I know for a fact that at a point in my life, I was one of these emotional vampires too. I am glad that I was made aware of the destruction I bring. It is draining. Not just for the other people but even for the self.

    Anyway, I continue to deal with various emotional vampires in my life. I think it’s not easy to avoid these people. It think it’s part of life. So it is really important that we find a way to cope.

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  8. Over the last few years, I have become very aware of the energy vampires in my life. Being around these people was so overwhelming that I cut them out of my life. Life has been much quieter and peaceful without these people, but now I feel like I’m hyper aware of new energy suckers that come around me. I admit I think I am overly sensitive, but where do I draw the line of coping with these people (which I find very exhausting) and cutting these people out? My husband thinks I am overly critical and need to just ignore it, but I can’t help the way I feel!

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  9. Wow what a great post! Actually I’m a narcissist person in a way of I’m too much in love with myself. I’m contended to be me and I have no time for those people who know that they don’t giving you worth It’s sad but it’s true. Life teaches me on how to do things in my own by not asking help for others but I’m still working to surround people to chance this kind of attitude 🙂

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