Saving Myself from the Flames by Danette Vigilante
Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
That’s what my author brain screams when I've had too much worry (are my book babies okay out there in the world?), emotional digging (building believable characters), and yardstick measuring (who am I kidding, I don’t measure up to all those wonderful authors).
So I do. I retreat into my comfy shell and rest (well, not really rest. I do laundry. Lots of it.). Retreating is necessary in my world and I've grown to accept it.
It doesn't take long for me to venture back out of my shell and when I do, I’m more than ready to jump in and get going again.
I give myself permission both for retreat, and re-entry because after all, nobody knows what’s best for me better than I do.
I think being an author, even a blogger, is such a vulnerable position. We write because we are inspired, and then we wait hoping to see a glimmer of the impact from what we penned come back to us.
It can be the most rewarding thing to do and conversely one of the most lonely things to do.
Writing. I know I write because I never think more c,early that's when I am writing. I share some of what I write because I know that there are others that will be impacted in a positive way (prayerfully). Yet I also retreat, because I fear I am lost in an ocean of profoundly better authors, bloggers, and writers.
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