More Of The Same

I've blogged about writing before. Mostly to keep myself accountable. That did little good however. I have not written much. The fear is still there. It looms every time I sit down to write. I get all of these good stories and sentences in my head and I know I need to write them down, get them out of my head. I sit down and there it is staring me in the face. Fear.

I pray about it, but it doesn't go away. I know why it won't go away, I don't want it to.

I am the type of person that once I start something it utterly consumes me. I don't know how to do things in moderation. When I get a book I have to read it all in one or two sittings. I think the fear with my writing will be that once I give over to the impulse to really write I will complete the stories that have been plaguing me. Then what excuse will I have? None!

Getting published is in God's hands, but I would be lying if I said that's not what I wanted. I do want that, but if it doesn't happen the rejection would be hard to take. Writing is so personal. The stories and characters are such a part of me. I know them. If they reject the story and characters they are rejecting...me.