Isn't it crazy that I could be so afraid of a dream? A dream that lifts me up and makes me smile? A dream that lay dormant for so long, but now--is awake.
Maybe, it's the fear of being judged and criticized. I haven't built up my skin yet and still prone to sensitivities, but in the end, do I run and hide because I can't take judgement? Or do I forge ahead, hold my head high and believe in my work?
I'm voting for forging ahead. **knees trembling**
I've come to realize that writing is what I want to do and now is the time to do it.
I need to follow this through. **deep breath**
Wow, this is happening :)
Baby steps, do make a difference.
Here's my new editor!
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