While bustling around getting ready for church this morning, I was bubbling to my husband about my excitement over the new novel. Chapter one (which I started writing last night) has unfolded in my mind, I told him, and with the larger shape of the plot hovering, too, I can't hold in my eagerness.
And then doubt started creeping in...
What if I'm getting carried away?
What if it doesn't work out like I hope?
What if Novel 1 isn't as good as I think it is, I never find representation, and all my work is for naught?
And that's when my husband said, "Just keep writing."
Indeed. Who know he was so smart?