I almost didn't finish my novel. I knew the ending and was well over 50,000 words, but the plot was too messy and I feared what others would say when they would read it. Plus, I never planned on publishing it, but lately I couldn't get the idea out of my head and ohmigosh - who would even take this story of a girl prostituted by her father?
I cringe just thinking about those months of fear - this story isn't my own anyway. It's meant to be shared.
But I didn't believe anyone would want to read it. I chose to believe the lie that people would think I'm just a messed-up freak who writes about dark things and I quit. I shut the manuscript away and let the manila folder with some edited pages collect dust on my dresser.
Until I heard Andrew Klavan at the STORY conference in 2010.
I'm over at People of the Second Chance today sharing about what happens when you quit - and asking the question of what if you finish? Join me?