Self-Doubt

Well, I finished working on Ready or Not—Life’s Coming at Ya…at least for the time being.

This is my third revision of the book, and I’m still not comfortable with it.

I need some outside input on this one.  I need some encouragement from someone.  I need reassurance from someone.

I feel like I’m just talking to a wall… writing with invisible ink… pouring my thoughts into a black hole of nothingness.

There’s no one to listen… to hear what I have to say… to read what I’ve written.

No.  I’m not comfortable with this book, yet.

I’m as unsure and insecure as the character in it.

I don’t know if the book is good enough… if I’m good enough.
 
No.  I’m full of self-doubt with this book.

I need someone to read it for me... to reassure me that I’m on the right track… that it means something to someone.

I’d like to ask my niece and nephew to read the book for me — to get their feedback — but I’m afraid they will only laugh at the thought… and laugh at me.
 
I would like to tell them that the book was written with them in mind — that I wrote it for them.  If I told them that, they would be insulted.  They don’t need any advice from anyone — especially from their old-maid aunt.   Besides, they think they know exactly what they’re doing.

My niece and nephew are in their early twenties; and I would say that they are a fair representation of their generation.  They would be the target audience for the book.

If they have no interest in reading it, what other twenty-something person would?  What teenager would?

Yeah.  I’m full of self-doubt with this book.  I’m uncomfortable, unsure, insecure… I need reassurance.

So, who do I turn to for what I need?  I turn to my adult friends and ask them to read the book.


Is this my target audience?  No

Whether they like it or not, would it make a difference to my target audience?  No

So, why am I bothering them?  For no other reason except that I need some type of reassurance.

Even if it turns out to be a false sense of security, it’s better than the nothingness I’ve been experiencing thus far.  Something’s better than nothing.

I just need something to keep me going… or something to tell me to stop.

No.  I’m not comfortable with this book, yet.  I’m as unsure and insecure as the character in it.  I don’t know if the book is good enough… if I’m good enough.

I need someone to tell me…



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