“Sometimes I feel like we’re just the wannabes. Like there’s this higher level of writers who have published books.”
I nod my head in agreement as I listen to my friend on the other end of the line. My eyes are wet with understanding.
Every day I put the pen to paper or hands to keyboard I fight this battle. What do I have to say? Hasn’t it been said before by someone more qualified than me?
If I listen to the voices of defeat telling me none of it matters, I will stop before I even begin. My list of qualifications will keep me from fulfilling my calling. So often, I talk to others who struggle with the same feelings of self-doubt.
If I were a real speaker or writer or musician, I would get paid.
If I were a real artist, I would have a gallery displaying my…
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