I set a really big writing goal for 2019. You may or may not have heard about it.
I did it for the sake of a challenge — I won’t get into it here. But the scariest part about embarking on this year-long journey is that I made the decision to do it and announced it publicly — knowing full well that there was a good chance I would fall flat on my face.
It’s almost as if I looked failure right in the face and said, “Ha! Come at me bro! I DARE YOU.”
That’s a terrifying thing to do. Most of us catch a glimpse of just the potential shadow of disappointment and run as fast as we can in the opposite direction.
I’ve gotten comments from so many writers over the past few years telling me how scared they are of failing. Most of the time…
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