Oh, it’s like walking in public naked.
It’s those moments when I realize I’ve poured out something intensely personal in words without really meaning to. That naked writing scares me, especially when I start thinking about people reading it. I don’t read reviews, but there’s always that little voice that whispers, “Did you do this justice? Will people read this and interpret what you really mean?” And there’s the fear – that I will write one of those visceral, private ideas, and the execution, and thus the interpretation, will go awry.
I’m having major fear moments over Gone From Me. Trust me. Huge fear moments because there are more than one instances of naked writing in that little tome.
I haven’t even started writing Here With Me, and the fear is so big already. Amie has had to listen to me whine, although she assures me that the fear is not necessarily a negative. So I guess I’m going to write that book.
And just feel like I’m walking around naked.