When I think about writing novels, and publishing my poems, short stories and plays, my heart quails. True, honest writing is like jumping off a bridge, with no harnesses, no safety nets, nothing. It’s about jumping off, and enjoying the few moments of flight — if suddenly, one grows wings while falling, how wonderful! If not, there are depths to explore, as long as one doesn’t hit the water too hard.
I’m hoping to get there, and not worry about whether people will judge me.
I’m still gathering my courage, though.