Sometimes do you feel like in your writing you are on a road to nowhere? There are days the Doubt Monster sneaks in and pillages through all my possibilities, plunders all my strengths and leaves me stranded in the land of Ihavenoideawhatimdoing. It’s a scary place to be.
Then there are days where you overhear your son tell a friend that “My mom is a writing a book.” in a bragging tone (even though you’ve told him a thousand times it’s a secret. Secret because it’s too much pressure for me if people know what I do.) And that’s when I realize, everyone starts somewhere. All the authors I look up to once looked up to someone bigger than them for inspiration and even though I’m just at the beginning of my road, today, my son looks up to me.