I was watching Ric Flair on Rogan last night (what a blast from the past!) and he said some things that resonated. He talked about his anxiety and crushing self-doubt and it got me thinking about my own . . .
A couple of months ago I threatened to have my last novel edited for everyone and I’m finally digging my way through it. I’m about halfway there and it should be finished by the end of the week. I wrote it here in real time, pumping out a fresh episode every week or two. I had no idea where the story would go and I guess I was just as surprised as you. You can find the novel here: Bets Trent
The story is dark and revisiting it now has triggered some anxious inner-dialogue like, “wow, I wrote that?” and “this is disturbing.” Why is it so dark? Maybe there’s a dark side of me that needs constant processing (more on that here: What lurks in your shadow?). Some of the story is true, most of it isn’t, but I nevertheless had to step into my past and it kicked up old feelings.
Writing this…