Writers can also extend time. She breathed in and out, soft, easy, focusing on the rise and fall of her diaphragm. This sentence takes twice as long to read as it does to complete the action. It stretches time through insight into the character’s mind.
The following is not a pity post, but a short exploration of doubt.
One challenge in blogging about my writing is it brings up the question, what if, once published, my book doesn’t fulfill expectation? I’ve had some enthusiastic feedback from one of my beta readers (book still unfinished) on what he’s read so far, which gave me a definite feeling of relief. I keep repeating those words to counteract the waves of doubt assailing me at odd hours of the night.
I imagine I'm not the only one who experiences such nagging uncertainties. Another question is what do I define as success? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to receive some remuneration, but knowing people are reading and enjoying what I write is certainly top of my present list of writing goals.
I guess if I don't accomplish this aim, I’ll have two choices. Pick myself up, dust myself off and work harder to achieve my dream. Or decide I've been chasing a phantasmagoria. I’m hoping I know which decision I’ll take.