Today's post is inspired by the truth!
I've taken the plunge.
I have (finally) started to admit to (real life) people that I write. For the past two years I hid this away like it was my dirty, little secret. Just tucked away in the back of my closet, so no one would discover the truth.
This way, no one would ever notice if I failed. I went to big extremes to hide this from people. I didn't even tell my husband for the first year. You know who I did tell? My students. It's whats great about kids, they never judge. And most the time they won't even remember that big, dark secret you told them.
The truth is, I was afraid. Of the same things most A type personalities are afraid of...of failing. Or, even worse, failing and having the whole world realize it.
So why did this fear apply to my writing?
I've taken the plunge.
I have (finally) started to admit to (real life) people that I write. For the past two years I hid this away like it was my dirty, little secret. Just tucked away in the back of my closet, so no one would discover the truth.
This way, no one would ever notice if I failed. I went to big extremes to hide this from people. I didn't even tell my husband for the first year. You know who I did tell? My students. It's whats great about kids, they never judge. And most the time they won't even remember that big, dark secret you told them.
The truth is, I was afraid. Of the same things most A type personalities are afraid of...of failing. Or, even worse, failing and having the whole world realize it.
So why did this fear apply to my writing?