I've waivered back and forth about this. I've cried alone about this. I've cried in front of my therapist about this. I've cried in front of Jason about this.
The crying is getting old.
What it's come down to is this.
1) Stop writing completely
2) Stop writing anything real or true and just write about, you know, what I had for breakfast
3) Stop being afraid and just throw it out there
I hate all three of those options.
But I hate number three the least.
So here it is.
You can call me Chick. You can call me that Chick Over There. You can call me Stephanie or Steph or even Steffus.
And today, you can call me a writer.
Nice to meet you.