Maybe making everything anonymous made it seem more like a fictional story, but now I'm kinda freaking out about putting my actual, real life experiences out there for all to see. How could readers not judge me and my life decisions? In the book I often refer to myself during this time of my life as a "proto-human," but even so. I'm afraid that instead of the closure I wanted from this book, I'll get new scars (spoiler alert: vet school was emotionally scarring).
I'm also concerned about fallout from people and events mentioned in a less than rosy light, even with the preface that all events are to my personal recollection only and tainted by the corrupting influences of emotions and time. Oh well, maybe I should just stop whining and finish editing the thing. Who knows if it'll even get published anyway.
I Write, I Edit, I Write Again. Witness!
We're Making Better Words, All of Them, Better Words.
I Write to Burn Off the Crazy.
A Good Day Writing is a Day Writing.
It Puts the Words on the Page or it Gets the Hose Again.
Just keep writing...just keep writing...writing, writing, writing!
Writing is Magic.
The First Rule of Write Club is You Talk About Write Club.
If You Aren't Writing, You Aren't a Writer.