It is after midnight, and as I sit here, mulling my progress in life, it hits me. I am exactly where I need to be right now. I never really saw myself as a writer. I always dabbled in everything else, but my writing, although many times I sneaked a write in my journal, was never taken seriously. My father-in-law, a published author, and English professor (may he rest in peace), once told me, after reading a story I had written, that I should be published. I laughed, secretly thinking he was nuts. Secretly, I was petrified!
Self-confidence, I’m not sure I know what that is. Oh, I know many people who have it. I am not one of them. Could this be why my WIP is sitting, waiting, growing old? Or is it me who is growing old? Maybe it’s both. This probably makes no sense to all of you who have put your works out there, to be read by hundreds, probably thousands. I don’t know about you, but every time I click publish, my stomach drops. Questions pop on a consistent basis. Will they like it? Will they hate it? Should I rewrite it? I really like this one, they’ll probably hate it. You get my drift.
So, the question remains, where do I find the self-confidence I need to complete the projects I set in front of me? I’d appreciate any and all feedback from anyone willing to lend some advice. Do you feel the way I do? Or am I just making myself crazy even thinking this way?
~ Dorinda ~