I am really trying to be brave. Daytime Anna is much braver, or at least she thinks so. I don't have nearly as much problem arguing with the big wigs, albeit cautiously. There I take chances, I push my agenda when needed. When it comes to my writing, I am so much more closeted. I wrote for a year before I told anyone besides my husband. Then a year and a half before I let my sisters read it. The stories are posted online for a bunch of strangers, but no one in my personal life. Because how embarrassed would I be if they were awful? I've been trying though, I told a couple of my co-workers that I was writing a novel and I got mostly positive reactions. Still, I am waiting for someone to laugh in my face. I guess that's for the agents to do when I try to sell this thing.
Now I think my fear is starting to affect my writing. I am two chapters away from being done. Two chapters left, light at the end of the tunnel, setting up the fireworks display as we speak. So why can I not get through these last two chapters. I am doing everything else in the sun, I've been reading up on editing, querying, critiquing, the publishing process; everything except for putting these last two chapters on paper.
So now I'm going to stop my useless whining and put these last two chapters down so I can move on to the next step and let that good old left brain take a crack at it.
Story update: The main characters now have names- Mirea and Trystan