Trust

Dear Readers,

 Trust for me is one of the most important things to a writer. When I hand over a copy of my book to someone it is the ultimate act of trust. I love my family and friends, I trust them with my life, every time we get in the car together I trust them to do the best that they can. When I eat food that they provide I am trusting that they haven't poisoned me. I know I can talk to them about anything. But when I hand over four years of my life, my heart and soul, my dreams. That is a tough pill too swallow.

I've blogged the summary of my journey through the editing process, well now I'm at the point where I need different eyes. My book doesn't have any major errors, the plot line is sound, and my printer is ready to rock. Yet here I am sitting in front of my computer trying to convince myself to push print. 

I am thinking hey if I start printing now I can have it all hole punched and bound tonight or tomorrow and hand it over on Thanksgiving. Still haven't pushed print nope I am sitting on a hardwood floor writing this. Hoping I absorb some courage. So far it’s not looking great.

I've been thinking and looking forward to this moment for years. Waiting for the day when I feel secure enough in my book to share it with the most important people in my life. Well I'm secure in my book but not in myself. What if they hate it? What if they think it’s ridiculous or pathetic? What if it’s just not good? What if questions suck. Maybe I should wait until its ready. When is it going to be ready? I ask myself. When its published maybe? Yeah not even then would I be secure enough.

It's time to shut up and put up. Time to push print and trust those who love me.

Thank you for reading RawLitCom: True Confessions of an Aspiring Author.