In November I posted Published, about a flash fiction piece of mine I’d entered in a competition. It got published in a book. My first publication in print. I was so excited, but the longer I waited for the physical book to reach me, the further the doubt monster crept into my psyche. Maybe it wasn’t true. I’m not good enough anyway. My mind was doing a stellar job of talking itself out of the truth. Do all authors feel like this the first time? That is, until they hold the bound pages in their hands. I got to do that. Note it was posted on 24 November 2021 and I received it on 10 March 2022. I’m glad I got it at all.
Don’t ask what I’m raving about if you’ve published a novel, but this little win is something for me. I fight that doubt and self-worth demon daily, and my inner critic is a loud-mouth. So I’m celebrating. It’s true! My name is in print!
To those still fighting, carry on. Writer, artist, musician, whatever your dream. Call the voice out. It’s a liar. You are more than enough and you can do anything you want. Prove it wrong. I know it is only trying to protect us from heartache and disappointment, but it is keeping us from achievement and excitement and ecstasy and greatness.
That deep seated desire
The one the voices inspire
To be a packrat in the brain
And limiting beliefs
Of all these things that play anchor
The gatekeeps of joy and ecstasy
No floating in the clouds
If you give these refuge in your mind
For you will heed the warnings of protection
To your own detriment
And forever be stuck in possibilities
Instead of your intended reality
Debbie Gravett © 2022.03.13