I'm beginning to get a little nervous. I bare my soul at a conference soon. By that, I mean I am bringing one of my stories (a picture book about giraffes). I will be showing it to a publisher. Sharing it with three editors. Opening myself up to group comments - intensive - 3-day thingee.
Sometimes I think I must be mad. Writing is such a personal thing. One of the traits, I've been told, that writers must possess is courage. Yup - I can believe it.
The picture book is pretty good. I like it. Those I've shared it with like it. But, as usual, it doesn't fit the 'norm.' I don't fit the norm so why on earth anyone would think my writings would are as insane as I.
I do love life. I love writing.
Life is, and always will be, interesting.