I bit the bullet and signed up for a writing workshop. It's a one-day six hour long workshop on Saturday about essay writing taught by a writing professional. I'm so nervous about it. Mostly because I'm afraid I'll get there and realize that I'm a terrible writer and have no real shot of creating something good.
I was writing yesterday about my life in Vancouver and in the middle of typing I just stopped and looked at the screen and thought: "Who the hell is going to care about this? How is this interesting at all to anyone but me?"
There are numerous times each day that I think I'm wasting my time doing this project. That I'm just kidding myself if I think a non-writer can just sit down and write an entire book without years of experience and publications under her belt. That, frankly, I'm just delusional about the whole thing.
But then I remember the promise I made to myself and to you. The statement that I've made about myself by making this promise out loud for the world to hear. That I will do this thing no matter how hard and how unlikely it may seem to others. And that makes me want to keep going.
Just write one word at a time. Take one step at a time. Go to the workshop and see how it goes. Don't worry about your husband having to take care of the kids all day by himself. He'll be fine. The kids will be fine. Just go.
Nike really hit the nail on the head when they came up with: Just Do It!