So I’m almost done writing ‘Hunted’, the first book in the Riley Cray series. The end is so close that I can almost taste it. It’s like a faint, flickering light on the horizon – visible but just out of reach. And as expected the almost-at-the-end-writers-block has set in. My ever supportive and patient fiance, Mr. Awesome Sauce, says its not so much writers block as fear masquerading as writers block. And he’s probably right.
Writing a book is a true labor of love. It can take weeks, months, sometimes even years, to complete. It can cause us to alienate our friends and family as we devote every free waking moment to writing, and tends to make us more than a little bat shit at times. For me, writing is the easy part, it’s finishing that is the challenge. Penning those last few words, and then finally having to expose my little word baby to the eyes of others scares the pants off me. Freddy Kruger ain’t got nothing on the panic and fear that sets in when you deliver your word baby into the hands of someone else. Will they like it? Will they hate it? Should you give up this dream and stick with your day job even if the monotony of it makes you want to carve out your own eyes with a rusty spork?
I’m not entirely sure which one scares me more – failure or success. Failure means giving up on a dream that I’ve had for over twenty years, while success means actually pursuing said dream and possibly one day being able to give up my day job. Both are on the same level of scariness as falling into a pit filled with spiders and snakes. So what do I do? I do what Mr. Awesome Sauce always tells me to do – just write. Write until there are no more words, until there is no more story to tell.
So here I go, just writing…