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It takes a lot of courage to do creative work. I feel intimidated by ghosts of greatness.
This feeling of unease began when I was looking at the short list of people nominated for the Giller prize. Margaret Atwood didn't make the short list. Gasp. Linden Macintyre did. I have admired both names since my childhood. And then I had the scary thought: who am I to dare to write? I am nobody.
Of course. Who am I not to write? Why shouldn't I dare to play, too.
Of course the second thought doesn't have naywhere near the same power as the first. My job today is to be brave and keep on trying.
Why is my fear more powerful than my hope?
This feeling of unease began when I was looking at the short list of people nominated for the Giller prize. Margaret Atwood didn't make the short list. Gasp. Linden Macintyre did. I have admired both names since my childhood. And then I had the scary thought: who am I to dare to write? I am nobody.
Of course. Who am I not to write? Why shouldn't I dare to play, too.
Of course the second thought doesn't have naywhere near the same power as the first. My job today is to be brave and keep on trying.
Why is my fear more powerful than my hope?