So far, today has been a productive day. I have started 2 batches of homebrew, phoned an old friend for his birthday (we haven't been in contact for many years), brought my son to the church to practice on the pipe organ, and I've written. Yes, I have added to Lionel Aber's story. I am not sure that this is the publishable version, but I will go back tonight and read it. And change it. And change it again. One thing I am unsure of is this: it is a normal feeling to be very nervous about publishing something? It seems to me that I am really hesitating to post anything beyond a blog entry or a journal entry. Both of these writings, blog and journal, are easy...they are merely opinions and personal experiences which don't really need to entertain a loy of people. As a matter of fact, it doesn't bother me if my stuff doesn't get read.
But how about the fiction that I write? It is a different beast, in my humble opinion. I seem to be scared to put it out there for anyone to read. My story about Lionel Aber is coming along slowly (good thing I don't get paid to do this), but I fear the very act of publishing it on my website. I suppose I could write a couple really short stories and put them up...maybe that would help me get over my fear. Maybe I just need to get over it, and learn to realize that any criticism can only serve to make me a better author. After all, food on my table and a roof over my head does not depend on the quality of my writing. Thankfully.