I have discovered a new fear

Initially, as a young teen, showing my work to my friends had seemed like a huge step. Letting them into my head and allowing them to peek in on my most private fancies seemed to be a herculean step. It was ten times worse presenting my first novel, Silent Rose, to my mother as the ten page paper project required for my homeschooling assignment. I thought after that, it would get easier.

Imagine asking the guy you are interested in if he would read something you wrote. I did. He did. And,