So many avoid fearful situations. They look for safety, avoidance, and attempt to live without uncertainty. Foolish efforts all, but many (most?) still try.
Realizing the launch date of my two debut novels (go big or go home) is six months away, fear has been punching me in the gut every morning. That'll get your day going with a bang.
I've told friends, reserved a place for the release party, and put it out into the universe. There ain't no hiding from it now.
But fear is my friend not an enemy. It's that buddy who calls you on your shit, reminds you that you're not so hot after all, and, if you're lucky, it's a pal who pushes you to do your best.
My books may not sell a single copy. They may not break the average of 1,000 sales. But if they do not ring on the cash register it won't be because I held back.
Fear pushes me. I push back.
Now I need to go find some antacids.
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