So here I am. I got as far as signing up for a new blog, figured out my name, and my little tag line, chose a template, added widgets, and now…I’m stuck. I have no idea how to start this thing. I mean, how much can I say about my writing process? It was a good idea in theory, right?
This non-anonymous blogging thing is surprisingly difficult. I suppose I’m nervous. It’s like I”m back at grade school, preparing a presentation for my class. But, without the racing heartbeat and compulsion to puke.
I want to blog about my writing. I want to come out of the writer’s book closet, because up until now, there’s only a handful of people who I have told about my book writing adventure. Over time, I’ve bashfully admitted to more and more people, that I have a “little hobby”. I try to downplay it as much as possible in order to hide its importance to me. In order to hide the fact that I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was a child. That I actually am writing a book, and it’s a fantasy novel. That yes, once I am finished, I will try to have it published.
And why do I want to hide these facts? Because I feel embarrassed. Embarrassed for thinking it’s even a possibility. Embarrassed for being a cliché, for being one out of a billion people who wants to be a writer. Embarrassed for having something I still daydream about. Embarrassed that I’m still a completely lost soul.
Coming out of the writer’s book closet means exposing myself, letting people in, showing them who I am. And that scares me to death.
And that is why I have to do it.