Insecurities and Re-Prioritizing
It’s amazing how insecurities can be paralyzing. I’m twenty-five years old and I’m just starting to become comfortable owning myself as a writer. I still blush when people praise my blog and sometimes I still have to make an effort to not deflect the compliment. I am a writer. I write. I love to write. I can’t ever really remember not writing. I am in the middle of writing a Christian romance novel. It’s taking a long, long, long time. Sure, life gets in the way, but I think the biggest issue is there are times I convince myself it is all drivel and I just stop writing. "This is stupid. This is lame. No one is going to want to read this. Hasn’t this story already been done?" Oh the inner dialogue of destruction. But it’s coming together! And you know what? It is a love story. It is in the Christian romance genre. And maybe there is nothing new under the sun, but no one has met and loved my characters, and they ar