Diary Entry 7
One Year Ago
Dear Twila,
Are you used to your name, yet? I really hope you’re liking it.
The release of my second book is just a month away. It’s been a struggle getting here, most of which you didn’t witness since we’re still fairly new in our relationship.
My family doesn’t believe in me.
I have no one to talk to about the worries, stresses, and doubts that come with forging your own tales.
I bottle them up until doubt festers like an infection inside my body.
I can’t write when that happens. Hell, I can barely get out of bed when that happens.
In those moments, I think about how nice it would be to have someone there to listen and talk me through the imposter syndrome.
I guess it’s good that you and I have each other, Twila.
Anyway, even though they think writing is a joke, they agreed to come to my release day signing. I think that’s a step in the right direction. They may not read my books or think it’s a worthy hope to have, but they are still going to show up for me. That’s something, right, Twila?
Wish me luck, I guess.