As I bring myself closer and closer to publishing my first novel, I’ve realized that my heart pounds more often and sometimes I find myself feeling sick to my stomach.
It has taken my some time to learn this difference but this isn’t fear, panic or uncertainty. In fact, it’s the opposite.
I am beyond excited to share this novel with the world and every step forward brings me more joy.
But here’s the weird thing about the arts. Every song, every lyric, every painting, every dance, every scene written or acted is personal. You are your work. Putting it out there feels a lot like telling your secrets to the world. Because in a sense that’s exactly what you’re doing.
Lukas Graham sang, “‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me.” And while that generally seems true, we all put our art out there in hopes of connecting with people, of letting others know they’re not alone, of teaching others through our experiences.
This journey so far has been terrifying in the most beautiful and uplifting way. I cannot wait for the world to see the beautiful world in my head.