Being Brave in March

So, I had to get this in before the end of the month. I found myself here at the end without doing anything really brave yet. And worse, I couldn’t think of anything. I didn’t audition for the new musical…but that’s another issue. And I can’t use the same brave thing over again (at what point does it quit being brave? When I stop feeling nauseous?)

                Instead I came up with something I could do quickly, but though it involves another person. And it has taken over a week to work myself up to actually do it.

               

I’m letting someone read a book I’ve written. (No one has read anything I wrote since high school, college if you count essays/reports, but either way it’s been a few years.)

                True, it’s easier knowing the person I’m letting read the story. But why have I waited so long? I write these blogs and send them out to the whole world for judgment. But they’re just quick thoughts or sort of diary bits. Mostly ideas that I want to hear another’s opinions. But putting these novels out there seems much scarier. It might be the nature of some of the stories, or that I actually have hopes of publishing them to make a little extra income. And yes, publishing means getting the ultimate judgment – between the reviews and waiting to see if anyone is willing to pay for them. In that case, I really need to have someone else read them. But, since I’ll be using another name, it feels easier to hide behind that other persona.

                But, no matter what, I trust she’ll be both honest and kind. I just have to send the file...ok...*deep breath*...press send.

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