Why do I want to be a writer?
I have had this question asked of me a time or two since I “came out” as a writer. I put it like that because, for as long as I have been writing, I spent years being too scared to share my work with anyone but having this burning fire inside me that won’t die out. The thing about being an artist with a talent in any artform is that there is always nerves and anxiety. There is fear and doubt. Is it good enough? Will anyone like what I do? Why would anyone want to read what I write? How can I be as good as the published authors? Lately, I have been on a mission to combat these niggly and pesky doubts lingering inside. All those published authors, they started with that first sentence somewhere too once. Continue reading “Why do I want to be a writer?”