This story could not have come at a better time. Thank you.
I had a minor freak out today that some people have put me in the same group as...well, you, among other great writers. And I feel I have no business pretending I can play with you yet. Not that I feel I don’t have it in me. I could be a good writer, if I keep putting in the hours. I only decided I would start writing ‘for the world to see’ on November 30th last year and even then it took me 2 months to make myself admit I would take it seriously. I was hoping for this sort of attention next year or so. I would have been very happy writing for five people for a while and only treat them as a mental motivation. (selfish, I know) Turns out things are going just a little faster than I thought they would.
I’d laugh at this as a humble brag, had I not been dealing with a elevated heart rate for most the afternoon.
Fear of success. Yeah, it’s a strange thing. No way out but through I guess.