I’m such an impatient person, but on the other hand, I tend to procrastinate terribly. So it will come as no surprise to those who know me that I am feeling very “hedgy” (my blog, I can make up a word, dammit) about taking steps to become a REAL author. I haven’t been published since college works – nearly 2 decades ago.
Do I still have it? The writing world is an entirely different place now, and no matter how well I can relate to ebooks, small publishing and self-publishing, I’m haven’t been feeling entirely comfortable with this idea. Comfortable isn’t truly the right word – more like, I’m scared shitless that I will fail. I.hate.failure.
The husband has been encouraging me for ages now. I think part of me is afraid if I don’t succeed at this that he will be disappointed as well. Thus, it’s not just MY happiness that I am thinking of. Really stupid, isn’t it?