Saturday, January 17, 2015

Letting the introvert out of the bag.

Well, crap.

I just realized that I have almost an entire book written. That means I am going to have to let people read it. They will read swear words and other things that I wrote down.

Will they think I am crazy since I had all that evilness in my head? I sometimes think that people who can write really bad villains have to have a bit of crazy in them. Who can think up such vile things?

Me. I can think up vile things.

I wrote about sex. Eeek. People are going to read the sex I wrote. Not a lot, but I still wrote some in there.

I am going to have to create an author page. It will say I am an author. Am I really an author? I don't feel like a writer even though I have 200 pages of book written. What does being an author mean? Can I just write something someday and say "Hey, world. I am an author because I said so?" Weird.

I am overthinking, which is typical of me.

I guess I'm an author now. Because I said so.

Someone should slap me to shut me up.

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