I hate that feeling when I’m about to hit that post button and I think, “But wait, what if that won’t make sense for the story? What if the actions of the character in this scene undermine what I have set for the next scene? What if what they do later doesn’t really make sense based on what they say in a previous scene? What if there’s too many holes in the plot? What if it doesn’t flow? What if I didn’t think that through enough? What if [insert this and that]?”
And then I remember. This is supposed to be fun. I’m not making money for this. I do this in my free time. It doesn’t need to be perfect. I’ll learn along the way. My story telling will get better (I hope). For now, it’s good enough.
And then I hit the post button. And then I sweat.
I would like my anxiety to go away with time, but I know that’s highly unlikely. I know that I will feel the anxiety every time I post something because that’s just how I am. But in my mind, I strongly believe that feeling the anxiety isn’t what matters. It’s the choice of pushing through it or not.
I hope I will keep pushing through it.