Your script is starting t0 take shape. I mean, sure, it's nowhere near finished but lately you're starting to kind of love it. Or think at least it has the potential to fascinate you for years to come. So at the next opportunity to bring pages into workshop you brace yourself, you put on your big girl pants and you do what takes a bit of courage: you take space on the schedule for one of your own.
And you wait.
Or do you... wait?
What for, exactly?
Well now that all depends on who you are and who you think you are or suspect you might be every time you hear yourself announcing it -- your name alongside the title (working, of course) of this as-yet-to-be-fully-formed something.
Well, at least you can be sure what you've put to paper so far is.... something. Surely you didn't just dream it. Last time you checked it was still waiting for you right where you left it on your hard drive. And, oh, by the way, now that you've uploaded part of it for the rest of the circle of writers to review, well now there's no way out. No denying it. This something you've started to build is now real. Because other people can confirm its existence.
And that may be the most frightening thing of all.
Secret writing that you never share with humanity can be delicious in its way. But the writing you dare to share with the world is something you can never ever take back. It really is a lot like a child you've birthed. You can't stuff it back into the womb. The cat will never get back into that bag. So once it's out and read aloud by people who are not you, you must resist any compulsion borne out of fear, insecurity, or whatever to deny this something its own place in the world.
Never pretend you can take it all back, stuff it backwards down into the proverbial bag, down your throat and into your unconscious.
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