When I agreed to write these monthly posts I promised to be honest. And I feel confessional, but I declare that this will be the last post explaining how I didn’t get any writing done. However, until next month, I need to face something. I’m scared. Scared, I’m not good enough. Scared, I’ll never have anything completed. Scared, I’m a fraud. Scared, writing isn’t what I was meant to do. I understand that all writers have these thoughts, but honestly, until recently I was void of these.