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It has recently come to my attention that even though I think I am brave, I am actually a big chickenshit!. How is that for a way to start off the blog for today?
I am a writer. No, really I am. I think up wonderful stories and I can spend hours with the music going, hanging out with these really awesome characters that matriculated inside my somewhat twisted, very fertile imagination.
But when it comes time to showing my peers or even my friends these amazing works of art (hey it is my story after all) I can't seem to go through with it.
I am not sure what it is that keeps me from passing on my written word for feedback. I can take constructive criticism in every other area of my life. But when it comes to this, I am just not comfortable letting someone else pass judgment on the stories I have created and nurtured.
Today I am thinking I can live with the cowardice. Maybe even embrace it. I look good with a red ribbon in my hair, although I may be too old for that. I know this, if I was stuck on a deserted island I would never be bored because I could entertain myself for hours with the stories I have in my head just waiting to be released.
So tell me dear friends, how did you get up the courage, or gumption, or grow a pair in order to open yourself up and let others read what you had written? Yeah, I really want to know.