Check out this post from the Novelty Revisions blog that asks the question: Does Showing People What You Write Ever Stop Being Scary?
I was probably in middle school (fifth and sixth grade, about 10 and 11 years old) when I started worrying about what other people thought of me. This was completely normal for that really weird era of what they call Growing Up. We were all just wandering around trying to impress each other all day every day. I have no idea why.
Unfortunately, those insecurities bled into my writing life. I wouldn’t write my first “novel” until I got to high school, but way back then I was preoccupied almost to the point of obsession with writing song lyrics and poetry. I was in the very early stages of learning how to tell complex stories from beginning to end, but I preferred to fill notebook after notebook with rhymed lines. Probably about wanting to grow up already, or something very “middle school.”
I rarely, if ever, showed anyone those notebooks…
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