Baby steps are scary
About five years ago (or maybe more) I wrote a children's book about a little girl named Pearl who was a picky eater. She goes to visit her grandma on a farm and eventually overcomes her limiting habit, returning home to a surprised but grateful mother. Truth: I was very proud of this book. Fact: I shared it with a few people including published authors but did not send to a publisher or agent. Truth: It's a pretty good book. Fact: I was afraid of rejection. Recently I've been going through therapy which has been both terrifying and empowering. The reasons I started are not the reasons I keep going. But because I kept going and listened to some people I admire and care about, I recently took the bold step to pull out the book and register for a regional writer's conference in April. I am both thrilled and frightened. What if they think my book is silly and tell me to rewrite it a million different ways. What if I just wasted a bunch of money by hanging my hope