Hi.
This is a test. A very quiet test.
A test that I’m doing quietly, to see how quietly I can blog quiet things. Or, maybe I want to test if I can write loud things, but without the bother of actually being loud.
You see, I read something super powerful yesterday. It spoke to me. It cut through all of the fear I’ve been feeling for the last year about writing honest things.
What if I write fiction but you think its fact?
What if I write non-fiction unapologetically, claiming experiences that are mine?
What if I write things that I later wish I had repressed?
For some reason I’m not worried about typos. There will be typos, despite the fact that I’m really skilled.
{The easiest way to find a typo is to publish something. This is fact.}
Someone asked me recently what I was afraid of and I said that I didn’t know.
He said that I was afraid of my own success. And, now that I think about it, I don’t think he was wrong.
I think I’m ready.
