In the buff...

Well, I did it.

And, as I sit here with butterflies in my stomach, I can't shake the sensation that I just stripped down, nude, documented myself, and posted pictures on the internet. I am that naked.

I have promised myself that this blog is a place to tell the truth, to be myself, but I am presently shuddering over doing it.

Deep breath. Calm down.

Here it goes.

I have been working on a story. A children's story. For several months now. It came to me suddenly, was far more difficult than I expected it to be to write, and has had many revisions. And, this is the part that causes internal somersaults, I am hoping to get it published.

There I said it. I just wish I could silence the voice in my head that sounds something like this, "You presumptuous, untalented, idiot. Who do you think you are?" And so on, and so forth....

In any case, I am to a point that I need more feedback and critiquing of my work.

I need honest, helpful responses on how to improve it to a point that I can then send it off in its best possible form, well prepared for a boatload more rejection of my work.

So, I thought of all of you. You anonymous, but friendly, souls who bother to read what I write already. I know you are out there.

So, if you have a minute and are willing to do me a favor, read my story. Tell me what you think. I have thick skin, and I really want to know.

Thanks.

You can get to it by clicking on the link on the right that says: What I May Be. Thanks, Again.





I am still working on breathing. It is hard to feel right when I feel so naked and exposed.

But, eventually in life, you just have to take a risk. This is my first step.