I don't know if it's "cool" or not to talk about your insecurities. Probably not. I never said I was cool. Simply AWESOME. Or maybe I'm cool by NOT being cool? Enough rambling. Onward!
So I feel the need to write, but I need a break from my novel, so...here I am. Whining. To you. Whoever you may be. Maybe no one will read this and I'll be whining merely to myself. I do that.
My doubts: Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it, if it's going to go anywhere, if I'm wasting my time. Maybe I'm really not that great of a writer. Maybe people just say I am 'cause, I don't know, they're super nice? Whether I make it big or not, I will continue to write, but that naughty voice inside my head (isn't that my BRAIN?) sometimes tells me I'm NOT going to make it big. It also tells me I'm not Gerald Butler's wife, so I don't know how truthful it really is, since, ya know, I'm his wife and all.
My goal, my dream, is to be a New York Times Bestselling Author. I want to write full-time, make a career out of it. It's what I love to do. It's part of me. Who I am. I MUST WRITE.
So, yeah, I don't know why I"m blathering on about this. It's not like anyone cares. And anyway, regardless of what happens, I'll continue to pour my heart and soul onto the pages of a book and if it means something to ONE person, then I guess I'm doing what I should be doing, even if that one person is me. Even if I'm the only one that reads it. But I won't be, in either instances. So...back to the book.