As every author knows, the most frightening part of the whole ordeal is making your thoughts public. You’ve done everything you know to make it the best you can. True criticism is received only after someone else other than friends read what you have written. For the whole life of your work, one person has loved it to the point it’s become a sign an obsessive compulsive disorder. For most of your baby’s life you have nurtured it, learned from it, fed it and killed most of it. It is not the story you wrote, but is it the story you were meant to write?
A good friend sent me a quote the other day that went like this: It’s none of my business what people think of me.
Wise words. But still I wonder what people will think of my story.
These are the torments of an artist.
