As long as I can remember I have always dreamed of writing a book. I have often heard that if you really want something you will do anything it takes to get it. So I was wondering, do I really want to be an author? If yes, why haven’t I put in more effort to achieve it? Especially the last one and a half years, I have had the time and the perfect opportunity to realise this dream.
As long as I have not tried it, the dream remains a possibility. I am afraid of failing. Fear has always kept me from doing stuff. I learned how to cycle as an adult. But I postponed for years until my husband insisted quite convincingly that I learn how to cycle. I wouldn’t say that I have become a crack at cycling but I can stay on two wheels without falling down.
I have to keep reminding myself, what have I to lose? No one expects me to write a bestseller as a debut novel. In fact no one expects anything from me. But I have everything to gain, if I finally overcome my fear of failing and simply write a book.