With self-clawed arm hidden smartly behind my back and the “Doubt of 2019” buried deep in my sock drawer, yesterday morning, I marched straight into a new book.
As in, writing a new book.
Me? A writer, actually writing?
Seriously though, I am excited about this… and nervous and just a little sick around the edges over it.
Sounds delightfully “Chloe,” doesn’t it?
Bottom line: Hide what you need. Bury what you must. But proceed.