There’s a terrible little voice inside my head. It sows seeds of doubt, questioning my every decision and threatening my ability to make decisions. When I manage to block out its shout, it whispers instead, sneaking into the crevices of my mind. The closer I get to the potential release date of Liquid Fire the more persistent it becomes.
A part of me recognizes how ironic it is that on the eve of my first novel release, I should be plagued by this terrible voice. But the larger part of me is simply focused on getting through this. It’s been a long road to reach this point in my life, and I refuse to let that horrid voice get in my way.
So, I arm myself with mantras. I guard myself with talismans of the tribulations I’ve already come through. I reach for the logical, more rational side of me, and shove the fear mongering emotions aside. I am determined to carry on. I have worked too long and too hard, to turn aside now. And in the end, I know it is just self-doubt that haunts me. There is no backing for it, no support. Just emotional turmoil I will overcome.
How do I know I will overcome it?
Because there is no other option. I will not cower and hide or crush my dreams before they have a chance to flourish. I refuse to do that to myself, or those who have supported me this far.
Self-doubt doesn’t stand a chance.