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After completing my first novel during NaNoWriMo in the month of November, I've returned to some of my writing fears. It's weird, but they were right where I left them, waiting for me like an old friend, ready to crush me. It seems they are never going to go away. So, I will have to chose daily, to not be in that relationship anymore.
I've been afraid that the ideas won't come, the "right" audience won't be interested and that my efforts will result in, well, a whole lot of nothing.
Yet, I really want to be in the game. This past weekend I remembered that you've got to swing the bat if you want to play. I've been yelling "Put me in Coach!" from a couple miles south of the field.
As I sat this weekend in front of a full view of the Las Vegas strip, the words and ideas began to pour forth. I stepped up to the plate and created my book proposal. Chapter outlines and everything.
It's good to realize, I don't have to hit it out of the park.
Our world simply needs more base runners. And I'm just the woman for the job.