Fear. The writer's bane. Parazlyzing, soul-sickening, life-stealing fear.
What if the story isn't good enough? What if I can't finish this novel? What if the characters won't behave? What if nobody likes me?
Fear feeds the neediness inherent in many authors. I've fallen prey to it lately about the Genesis contest.
What if 15 pages isn't enough of an opening for the judges to appreciate my story? What if they don't like my synopsis? What if I don't final this year?
On one of the writer's email loops I belong to, someone posted that FEAR stood for
How true is that? How often do we fear something that is false? Listen to the lies our heart tells us until they appear more real than the truth?
I'm happy to say I finished both my Genesis entries and will send them off to the crit partners tonight.
I read somewhere that courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is putting your fear in your hat, then sitting on your hat. Courage is moving on in spite of your fear.
Long live Courage!