It also helps that I wrote something today (essay, not story) and am only a little nervous as I sit on my hands and wait for the early returns to come in on whether it's readable or not. It's funny -- once I get one positive review, then I get generally take all the criticism, but if nobody says they liked it, then I start feeling like the piece was a complete waste of time, energy, space in your mailboxes, etc...
I'm a little worried too that this piece might be too self-revelatory...but I'm not sure what that really means, at this point. Are there things that are difficult for me to talk about? -- sure. Lots. (Which was the point of this particular essay). Are there things which I don't WANT to talk about? Hmm...not nearly as many. Most of them are things where I feel I need to protect other people's privacy. It's a little scary, realizing that a big part of me wants to live completely transparently. Open to the wind passing through.
But maybe I don't need to worry about it, since the last week or two probably shows that I like to crawl into a cave and hide in the dark sometimes too. :-)
But maybe I do need to worry about both of those, especially if I'm alternating and not integrating them...
And maybe I've just spent too much time being introspective in the process of writing this essay and am jiggling with nervous energy and should go watch Star Trek for a while and calm down. Now THERE'S a thought...
Happy Friday!