It seems like it was only a few days ago that I got brave enough to admit that I write. Or try to.
Not long after that NaNoWriMo was introduced to me.
Then I was talking to real live people about writing.
Suddenly I wasn't writing invisible any more.
People read the blog. They commented.
Friends began to work writing into conversations, asking after my progress, encouraging me to keep at it.
My skin got a little thicker. I got a little braver or maybe a little more used to talking about writing.
I started to come to grips with the idea people read what I write and don't hate it.
Other people did the WriMo with me.
I started playing with the idea of letting other people read those WriMo drafts.
I gave out little bits, tid bits. I took them back.
Sometimes baby steps feel like cliff jumping.
Today I handed over a whole 50,000+ word draft from one of my successful WriMo years to a real live friend to read it.
Read it and comment on it.
Talk about cliff diving.
It's the logical next step.
The baby steps have made the step I took today seem not so bad.
Progress is progress, even if it took me next to forever to take my mental baby steps.
I have a challenge to do some writing this week, so get ready, the blog is back in business.