Yep. You heard it here. I’m taking the plunge.
No, I’m not getting married.
No, I’m not quitting my job.
No, I’m not going on a interstellar exploration. Bummer about that one.
Yesterday, after two months of blogging, I admitted to Facebook land that I had started a blog about my writing. Why has it taken me two months to share this particular bit of news?
I guess it’s because I felt like I’d be shamelessly self-promoting. I understand that self-promotion in this biz is important, but I’ve had just a wee problem with self-confidence my whole life and, while I’m proud of what I’ve written, readers and the world at large can be harsh.
I wanted to protect my little ol’ self and my writing, so that I wasn’t open to criticism about my work.
But you know what? I’m getting over that. I’m not ashamed of being a writer. I’m not ashamed to put myself and my writing out for the world to see. I’m going to damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead!
(Ignore the little girl quaking in her boots. That’s just a mirage).
“Because one believes in oneself, one doesn’t try to convince others. Because one is content with oneself, one doesn’t need others’ approval. Because one accepts oneself, the whole world accepts him or her.”
― Lao Tzu
“You’re gorgeous, you old hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a scented candle.”
― David Nicholls, One Day