or Terror Strikes Author
I remember the dreaded question posed by friends and family:
“So, what are you doing these days?”Why was it so hard to say the words, I’m a writer? It took a wagon load of courage to finally answer a former co-worker without mumbling. And even then it came out as a stutter. “I’m-m-ma, ah, wri...ter.” The final syllable dropped off like a ten-pound weight.
Totally different now when asked. I say it without thinking and the days of choking out the words are long past.
With that hurdle behind me, I now face a different bump in the road.
Is that insane or what? Me? Issuing a press release? But my publisher suggested that I submit one to the local papers letting them know that an author is in their midst. I created one, but I haven’t sent it off yet. With every third-person paragraph that I wrote, I hit a new level of self-consciousness. I'm sure that I'll acquire the courage someday but for now: