I’d Rather Do It Myself

I’m not stubborn and I don’t have any pride. I just want to do things my way. I’m trying to learn all the ins and outs of creating a writer platform on social media. I know I need to keep up with every website there is. I know I need to keep up with my e-mail or I’ll be overwhelmed with helpful information and a dozen webinars to watch each week.

I understand the importance of following others, sharing blogs and posts, and re-blogging and supporting other authors and bloggers. After all, we are a community. We need each other. That includes me.

I also need to keep up with my writing.

Help! I need a manager. But what if my manager doesn’t understand the importance of all of these things? What if he/she tells me to just write and ignore all the other stuff for now?

Oh, no. I’ll lose my friends. I’ll get behind in my e-mail. I’ll get behind in my blog and lose followers.

Not to mention the things I’ll forget to do.

Is it fear? Or is it pride? Maybe it’s just plain stubbornness.

 What is the answer? My husband is very logical and intelligent. He knows me better than anyone else (and loves me anyway). He wants to see me succeed. The decision I came to should have been made years ago. I asked him to manage my writing and the business that goes with it.

 My blogging will be limited to once a week until the book is finished. I trust him and his judgment. He has waited a long time for me to let go of the reins and listen to his wisdom. It will be a great adventure.

The Fear That Cripples Me: Writing 101

Four lanes of traffic. Tractor-trailer rigs edging into my lane, the middle one. Cars hemming me in, cutting too close in front of me. My white-knuckled hands grip the steering wheel. I try to watch the traffic all around me and still see straight ahead. I use my mirrors but there are blind spots. I’m doing the speed limit and people are blaring their horns at me and giving me sign language that doesn’t say ‘hello.’ My exit is coming up in one mile. I need to get over. I turn on my turn signal but no one pays any attention. I’m going to miss my exit. If I start to move over I know I’ll get hit.

And my husband wants me to learn to drive while pulling our 34′ Airstream behind us? What if I have to go through-gulp-road construction? Jersey barriers, narrow lanes, impatient drivers that think I can stop on a dime while traveling 45 miles per hour or faster. Yikes! What if I have to stop for gas? I have a hard time judging where the front end of the truck is, let alone the back end of the camper. I once drove a hundred miles out of my way to avoid the beltway going around Baltimore, Maryland.

Now don’t get me wrong. I have learned to drive our 1-ton dualie and use my side mirrors. I NEVER parallel park. I will find a parking lot to pull into. I can stop and put diesel in the truck. I’ve never hit anyone in the truck. I’m careful because it’s hard to see where the front end is. But congested city traffic? Pulling the camper? Lord, can we find a way around this? Please?

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