Writing. It can be a scary thing.

One of my favorite past times from elementary school and junior high, was good old math class. I spent countless hours sitting in the back of those chalky stuffy rooms writing stories on time travel and being a rock star as the rest of the class evaluated expressions and fractions. Writing is in my blood and has been an excellent emotional release for me since I can remember. I’ve always found the best part about scribbling down your every thought and emotion, no matter how ridiculous it may seem & sound at the time, is knowing you’re doing it for you and no one else. But suddenly, all that changes when you, ya know, publish a book and all. Suddenly a fun silly thought or five, that was completely safe and alone by itself on a sheet of notebook paper, is now about to be viewed by hundreds…gulp…maybe even thousands OR OMG I don’t even know how many people??!?! And so suddenly it sinks in. More than ever before… “No, REALLY. What if I actually am terrible at this whole “writing” thing? …..I think Elizabeth Gilbert puts it rather well:


“The thing to realize is that all writers think they suck. When I was writing “Eat, Pray, Love”, I had just as a strong a mantra of THIS SUCKS ringing through my head as anyone does when they write anything. But I had a clarion moment of truth during the process of that book. One day, when I was agonizing over how utterly bad my writing felt, I realized: “That’s actually not my problem.” The point I realized was this – I never promised the universe that I would write brilliantly; I only promised the universe that I would write. So I put my head down and sweated through it, as per my vows.”


…..boom. Amen sista, amen!