CHAPTER SEVEN: Quit... or Else!

Writing is like walking down the road naked and about 50 pounds heavier and covered with zits wearing a comb-over. All your work, your soul is out there for all to see and read and criticize.

You are setting yourself up for open rejection, outright rage and small snickers at the mall you just know is about your book. People will start to look like tigers and crocodiles stalking you just waiting for the chance to attack what you dumped your life into.

Sound fun?

Well, i am being over dramatic b...