Fear is such a constant and strong emotion that we evolved a way to deal with it or keep it as far away as possible. Yet, it remains a huge part of our lives. Each one of us experiences fear in some degree and a huge percentage of us chooses to ignore it, do nothing, go on like nothing has happened.
As a writer, I have found that my greatest fear is in sharing my work. I get an idea, plan, plot and map the characters and then sit down to write the story. When I am done, or nearly done. I begin to wonder if the world is ready for the story. What will people think? Will my agent, editor or publisher send it back, telling me they can’t sell this? Or worse, will I finally hit Publish (If I am self-published) or finally get that publishing deal (If I am going traditional) only for readers to give me 1 star reviews or no reviews at all?
I was going to think of a great blog post about the creative writing process but I fear that if I don’t talk about this I am going to go nuts thinking about it. I have never published any of my work and I am seriously conflicted about Self-Publishing. Continue reading
As a child I struggled with it so much. My sisters (I have 4) would say I am anti-social. They weren’t trying to be cruel with their remarks but they still struck a nerve. Yet, no matter how much I tried to just hang with them and their friends, do normal stuff that constituted “fun”, all I wanted was to retreat with a book in my hand, get lost in my own small world. Actually everyone thought it was small and constricting- I traveled in my imagination to lands and situations they couldn’t imagine existed.
“Anyone who’s going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.” May Sarton aka. Eleanore Marie Sarton.
Thanks to reading too much (is there such a thing?), this quote applies to me. By the time I was 15 I had read too many books to count. At that age, I didn’t know that I wanted to be a writer, I simply enjoyed the joyous solitude of completely immersing myself in a good story with great characters. My favorite place was the library and I didn’t feel weird at all. In fact, I felt safe on my own. A crowded party on the other hand, made me feel exposed, vulnerable and believe it or not, lonely.