Back in February last year, I wrote a blog post aptly titled ‘The Fear‘ in which I talked about how, after several years of trying to finish a novel, I was on the verge of doing just that and was scared sh*tless. Said fear was making me drag that last little bit out longer than it ever needed to be.
Writing the blog post helped.
I finally finished writing the book.
I got even more positive feedback – my writing mentor said it was “good to go.”
It was May by that point. I sent the novel out to an agent that very month and considered the issue resolved. I had got past my hesitation. All was good, right?
Well, I submitted to a second agent in July and then, inexplicably, stopped.
To be completely honest, I had gotten so caught up with other things, I hadn’t even realized I’d stalled again. When I opened my list of agents recently, I was horrified it had been so long since I had contacted any of them. Then, when the horror wore off, I found that old fear hiding underneath.
I hadn’t dealt with it, I’d just put a lid on it and left it on a shelf for a while. Continue reading