My first real thoughts...

There is a certain voice inside my head that tells me little stories. Sometimes the stories are about other people, and sometimes, the stories are about me. I like to listen to that voice as an author because it can often lead me to great fiction moments that make for great reading. But when I'm not writing, that voice can get in the way and make me doubt that I'm allowed to have this dream of being a brilliant author. 

    Last night, I went to an author's circle and everyone there was self-published. I could hear the heart of each person as they shared about their work, and on many levels, I felt a sense of comfort knowing that the main insecurities I carry on a daily basis are also the same ones everyone else was struggling with, too. And even though some of the books that were featured in the author's circle were ones I likely wouldn't be compelled to read, knowing what the author went through to make the book a reality and knowing how hard it is to put yourself out there sort of bonded me to these men and women in a unique way.

    I think what I learned last night is that you have to be willing to journey with an open mind and an open heart if this book publishing thing is ever going to be of significant value. I guess if you aren't passionate about what you are doing or what you've created, it isn't worth it to try to make it on your own. This morning, after my long run, I can say with great conviction that I am truly passionate and invigorated to keep pushing ahead in this journey of putting a novel out for the world to read and judge. I know I am meant to be a writer and I guess right now, that is the most important opinion to listen to!

    Anyway, as Forrest Gump would say:  "That's all I have to say about that..."