I’ve never had stage fright before, not when it comes to public speaking. Put me in a one-on-one conversation or in a small group, and I feel shy, but put me on stage in front of an auditorium, and I’ll enthrall you for hours.

You’d think I’d be the same way as a writer, but instead, I’m the cowering weirdo in the corner, stumbling over my words, agonizing over each syllable, terrified of making a fool of myself. I’m scared of being a bad writer. I’m afraid that my stories won’t be as beautiful on the page as they are on my head. I’m afraid I can’t do them justice. I’m terrified of failing these marvelous, lovely creations that mean more to me than real life.

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