I'm wondering if I'm alone in the sentiment. I find, now that my dreams are finally actualizing in front of my eyes, that I'm getting cold feet.
I mean the kind of "hitch up your wedding dress and run far, far away from the altar" cold feet. (For the record, I did no hitching or running on my wedding day . . . just throwin' that out as an example).
Many times over the past few weeks, I've thought about setting the pen down, never to pick it up again. It's one thing to write for my enjoyment, but do write my little stories as a job?
Shudder.
I know I'm whining, and I'm really trying not to, but I feel rather poised on a precipice . . . and one wrong move (or adjective--if you will) could send me tumbling down either side.
Hmm.
Just a thought for the day.
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3 comments:
why do you feel cold feet, exactly? How does it feel different to be writing for fun and writing as a job? If you wouldn't mind, and when you have lots of time, could you write your answer out (and later email it to me) so I could feature you up on my blog? Or maybe it's too early to be promoting you? I don't know. But the journey you're going through write now as a writer is exactly the sort I would like to know more of, and many others, I'm sure.
Sure I'll write something up. Hopefully this weekend I'll have plenty of time to do it, since I'm trying to wrap everything up today and tomorrow!
Yay! No pressure, though. B
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