Waiting...

I've handed books out in hopes of generating reviews, and my inner Critic has had a lot to say. I got my first five star review and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Phew, someone likes it. Not just likes it, but loves it! I can do this, and do it well. I swam in euphoria for about five minutes before the Critic spoke. They're being nice. They overlooked your errors. Others won't feel the way they do. I spiral, like flotsam around a whirlpool, being drawn inevitably to the truth. And then another five star review comes in, then euphoria, then doubt. Rinse, repeat. And I wonder if there will ever be enough positive reviews to stave off the inner voice. The Critic says I'll never know, there won't be that many positive reviews. And so I wait, and the waiting is torture.

I assume that most of us have that inner Critic, and I'm not alone in this battle of doubt. I earnestly hope that yours is not as loud as mine is, that your victories over it come frequently and easily. I hope you defeat the Critic, as only you can.

It's not my intention to whine or complain in this blog, but this seemed like the right place to start. I hope your day is amazing. I'm rooting for you.