When Kobo approached me for an article I jumped on it because how cool is that, to be asked to write something to share with my peers? Then . . . my demon (ugly little sucker with sharp claws) began to nag. Browsing their blog I noticed all these fabulous articles on how to increase sales, write better stories, all kinds of wonderful tips. What could I share that people would find worthwhile? Am I really an expert in anything? Doubt gnawed at me, its demonic sharp teeth chewing at my self confidence.
Because here’s the thing, despite having written for a while, I still deal with doubt. Every. Single. Book.
So why do I write? The thing is I start out each story feeling wonderful. The words are flowing and I’m getting to know the characters (who are usually pretty cool). The story is unfolding and I’m thinking, ‘Oooh, this…
View original post 652 more words