I have a problem.
I have an EGO problem.
And it is the opposite of what most people consider an "ego problem."
I haven't got one.
Okay, I do, but she's a wee little lass, so, perhaps, she's like leprechaun sized. No, no! Fairy-sized!
She is the reason I didn't get a BFA in acting.
She is the reason I cringe away from praise or criticism of any kind.
She is the reason I'm afraid of querying my book.
She is the reason.
She's a real brat.
If she could grow a foot or two, perhaps I'd have more confidence. Perhaps I'd be able to toot my own horn enough to get somewhere in this here writing world (which is a confusing, twisty-turny, uppy-downy, motion-sick-vomit-inducing machine.)
So. I'm going to work to tell my ego to step it up a bit. I need a bit of her to carry me through as I start this process.
*Except I'm desperately afraid my writing actually sucks*