DAY 26

Word Count: 16,804

Sentence of the Day: Callouses were the only calling card the fellow needed to prove his identity.

I'm starting to think that 90% of the hard work of writing is really only a mind game. Writing has a way of raising insecurities that I normally store in a lock-box under my bed. Fears like:

What if my writing isn't good enough? What if I'm not good enough?

Who'd want to read what I have to write?

What if I can't think of 500 words to write today? What if those 500 words are a steaming pile of literary manure?

And if I slog through and manage to whip out an entire novel, how will I ever get a publisher to pay any attention to my manuscript?

Can I go home now? I want my mommy!

In the following days, I'll dissect these fears one by one. And if you've got any others you'd like me to tackle, leave them in a comment.