I can't take it anymore. I'm on the ledge and I'm ready to jump. I should have done it a long time ago. But now, I'm acutely aware that I can't avoid it any longer.
Risk.
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| This ledge is much higher than it looks... and I have a fear of heights |
It's not that I've circumvented it all these years. In fact, I've often taken the hard treacherous route instead of the straight and narrow one. But, I am by nature an extremely private person who shuns the limelight. And now I've written a memoir, it's edited and eventually, it will be published. Emphasis on will. Which is both exciting as a writer and terrifying as the main character. It's just that as usual, the path I thought I was on, which was the straight, narrow and flat one, for a change, got rocky.
When I sent off my manuscript to the editor, no one else had read it. I was really unsure what she'd say. I knew for sure, I have no idea how to write a book. I've never had a creative writing class and I'm not a grammar nazi. So, my expectations were low. I sure didn't anticipate her urging me to get an agent to pursue a publisher because my book is what the market is looking for right now. Say what? My plan all along was to self-publish. And I still may.
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| This was me researching agents at the orthodontist's office |
Unless one of them does. But if I don't jump, I'll never know.
