I have been afraid of writing. Perhaps its guilt. The haunting inside me persists, but I have not approached it. If I do know why then I am in denial. Perhaps it is fear. Fear of rejection.
I started writing a novel. I have heard it said that we are in love with our own writing. If that is true then I can only believe my novel so far is amazing.
Writing is scary. I have gone to secret places and exposed myself in words. I have saved in Word these words.
It must be rejection I fear. Writing is vulnerable. The only question is when will I allow myself to be vulnerable and fully criticized.
So many brilliant humans have lived this earth never to have known their own footprints.