For me, blogging isn't as easy as it seems because my heart lies in writing books. I can write, edit, and critique for hours on end, into the darkest morning hours. But blogging? Something about it seems so much more...demanding.
It's almost safer not to write a blog. With a novel, I can take my time--days, weeks, months, even years to craft a great story. But blogs demand weekly, sometimes even daily, devotion. I am a devoted writer, but fall short as a blogger.
So I allowed myself to consider the difference between blogging and all the other writing that I do.
It boils down to that ugly four-letter F-word that I despise so much because it has plagued every facet of my life--fear.
Fear says that what I write won't interest anyone. It tells me I'll bore my readers, lose the small numbers of followers I've managed to gather. I may write something that I'll regret years later. Fear points an old crooked finger at my inability to commit to a schedule. It reminds me of my lack of responsibility, and many other failings.
Fear requires vast amounts of time and energy to break down an iron-walled ego that has tried so hard to protect me in its feeble way. And listing those fears--what a long, long list that would be. (At least I could write it.)
Still, if I tackle my fears, I wonder if I'm proving something to myself or to others. Can part of my fear be the result of my constantly seeking the approval of others? Have I let my imagination rule me or is there something greater that I don't see?
Facing fear. Yikes! I'd rather blog.
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brings more than love and magic into the lives of the people it touches; it sprinkles its magic on hers. But can she find true love herself, or is there too much holding her back?
Are you ready for 
