I’ve finally got my butt into gear and joined Alex J. Cavanaugh‘s Insecure Writer’s Support Group. The rules are pretty simple, post your insecurity up every Wednesday (for me it’ll be Thursday since it clashes with Guilty Pleasure, and technically I live in the future by a day or so. Hence, it works). Click on the image above to participate.
Since this is my first insecurity admission, I’m going with the big one. The beast that refuses to get out of my head, and always brings me down. It’s there no matter what I do. And the voice in my head reminds me often of the things I can’t do. You’re a failure. You can’t write. Stop waisting your time. Yep, it’s the fear of failure.
I look at the books around me and am reminded of my dream. Then my insecurity slinks forward and smashes any hope I have left into a billion pieces. Those are the days, that I end up wasting hours doing nothing productive, until I finally bring myself around to being reasonable about it all. After all, every writer goes through this. Right? Even the best sellers. And it’s all about perseverance I tell myself. Keep working on the craft, and it will happen.
So, that’s what I’m doing. Pushing past the barrier and moving forward, because my goal is to prove my insecurity how wrong she is. And yeah I know she won’t ever fully disappear, if only, but one step at a time.