I have a phobia—self-diagnosed, but I’m almost flawless at that kind of stuff—about putting my writing into the world, which may strike you as odd, a guy who makes good money writing for a living being shy about his work.
Do you think I’m any easier on myself than I am to those around me? Reet, boner!
The feedback has been encouraging, and it is very much appreciated. Acclaim and riches are not in the immediate forecast. I’m afraid Alice will have to wait a while longer for her lakeside cottage. At least I don’t have to pay for extra bandwidth on my server.
Mostly, my reward has been a daily dose of relief. I click “Publish” and it’s done. I’ve said it and I can’t take it back. I’ve committed to the entire process of writing—the parts I love and the parts I dread.
I axed the metaphor I used at the end of the first draft. It was lame.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Father John Misty.