I am pretty much always scared.
Fear drives me, so that’s probably okay. I end up working twelve or fourteen hour days. And I get stuff done. Somehow I’ve ended up building this really cool life that I love.
I don’t know how healthy that is, but it’s my truth, so there’s no point in hiding it.
Still, I am always scared.
Maybe the next thing I do will be the thing that ruins Ninja Writersand then I’ll slip back into povertyand maybe I’ll struggle to feed my kids like I struggled to feed my brothers a million years ago.
Okay, so two thirds of my kids are adults and they’re doing a good job feeding themselves, so I’m almost out of those woods, but oh my God . . . maybe I’ll never have another good idea.
Maybe my next book is going to completely flop.
Maybe I’m really just a fraud and everyone knows it but me.
Or worse, maybe no one knows it but me.
I do this one thing when the scared part of me gets overwhelming.