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IWSG October 2015

Hey beautiful guys and dolls!

Insecurity has a hold on me, like a shadow creeping up behind me. Isn't it odd how you can feel the "blues" sneaking up and you know it's hounding to catch up with you?

I AM excited about the upcoming contests this month, and also NanoWrimo next month. Are you participating in NaNo?

I'm trying hard to keep my chin up and not get discouraged. It's difficult to not worry and fear I may never see my dream come true. But you know something?

The best thing about shadows is the eventually pass over you!

See you next month!

Comments

  1. True! You just have to weather them while they're there.

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  2. The sun does drive them away eventually.
    No NaNo this year for me. But you rock on with it and write so much you don't have time to feel insecure.

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  3. I know you'll have great NaNo success. Let us hear what you come up with!

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  4. Hang in there... the winds shift and will blow all those dark clouds and gloominess away....

    You'll get through NaNo because it's in you to do it!

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  5. I'm going to finally do NaNo again! It's been, what, two years. So I'm nervous. But ready to push myself.

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  6. That's a great perspective. Simple, but effective.

    Stephen Tremp
    November IWSG Co-host

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