I still find it difficult to talk about my book. When confronted with someone asking me questions like “Wow, you wrote a book?” or “What’s your book about?” I get all wiggly, my brain jumps from snippets of scenes to lines of dialogue to descriptions of setting, and my mouth fails to communicate clearly without many blundering starts and stops.
Before I started this blog, I could count the number of people who even knew
that I was writing a novel on my fingers (well maybe my toes included). I'm
very proud of my story and I love writing, don't get me wrong.
But there's just something about talking
about it that scares the crap out of me. It must have to do with rejection. The fact that I've invested my time and my
brain and my heart into something that anyone can look at and comment on unleashes
a torrent of ‘what if’ butterflies—not the pretty, graceful ones either.
Thankfully, everyone has been very positive and constructive making this
'revealing' process much less painful. THANK