As of today, I’ve become highly stressed about my book I’ve been working on for the past two years. There were a few scenes I had to replace because the original ideas seemed a bit farfetched. The changes occur almost at the beginning of the story and now I’m in panic-overdrive, already assuming my whole story idea sucks.
I shared these thoughts with my younger brother while we were in the kitchen preparing dinner. After I whimpered about my insecurities with the story, my brother nonchalantly finished a fruit juice drink box and responded:
“Don’t sink the ship before it has a chance to sail.”
Wow! Enough said. After he explained why I needed to give my story a chance, I felt a lot better.
Writing a book is like trying to get prettied up for a high school crush who doesn’t know you exist. You have to get the crush to notice you for your own uniqueness.
And I plan for that crush to ask me out! Or publishing company so to speak…. hahaha!