Hello. How are you?

It's hard for me to tell who I am. I don't know what I look like. When I look in the mirror, I only see my eye or lips. Maybe a hair protruding from my nostril that needs plucked. I've never stepped back and looked at my face in its totality. I could pass myself on the street and not recognize me. I feel the same of my prose. I fear to look at it... I might see who I am.

Maybe you here can help. I fear the day of judgment. The day veil is lifted and the face of my efforts are exposed. Why do I do this to myself.

The stage is set, the lights are on. Show time is near, and I have fear. I spent the past two years writing and toiling to birth my babies. Three books. I'm finishing round one of copy edit on book one.

If you want to know how to talk yourself out of publishing something, I can give tips on that.