Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been encouraged to address my fears of writing. The question posed is, what kind of courage does it take to write.
Anything written, whether it be fiction or non-fiction, comes from inside the author. Writing exposes me. It makes me feel vulnerable, not just to the reader but also to myself. What if I discover something ugly about myself through my writing?
Fear of rejection. Fear of rejection from others and fear of rejection from myself. It is as simple and as complicated as that.
For me, the courage to write isn’t courage at all. There is a God-given force, a drive, a will inside of me fueling the desire to spew written words into the universe. Mustering the courage to write is not something I drudge up. It is just a natural state of being.