The ledge.

It happens to everyone right? That moment of sheer panic when something you have worked on turns out to be less than perfect. Whether it be your own fault, or the fault of others who did not do their job, it is horrifying. Something wit your name on it is out there, in the universe, in less than perfect condition. This brings me to the title of this post, the ledge.


((I actually wouldn’t mind jumping off that ledge))


We all know the ledge. It’s that place where you stand about to jump. Now I am not joking about suicide, because that is a serious topic. I’m talking about jumping into the swirling mass of uncertainty. Should I even be writing? How did this happen? Oh lord, I am utter shit, aren’t I?

If you are a writer like me, then you have been there. It happens. Hell sometimes it happens on a daily basis. The important thing is to get through it. Once you get through it, you can look back and realize how extreme your reaction might have been. How it really isn’t the end of the world. That the mistake can be fixed and it is all going to be okay. And if you are really super, duper lucky then you have a group of friends to help you through it. With laughter and love. Let me give you an idea of how this works with my group.  I’ll be M and the wenches will be W:

M – “A terrible thing has happened”

W– “who do we need to kill?”

M– tears “oh lord I am awful. I should just give up”

W– “no! you are amazing. You can do this. Let me get my bat.”

M– “I’ll never write again”

W– “get a grip woman. it will be okay, we got your back. And I got my bat.”

Baseball bats in fence

Now this of course is not verbatim, but it’s pretty damn close. The point of this is, writing is a tough gig. It’s amazing and fun and fulfills a lifelong dream, but it can also be emotionally draining. And it can break down your confidence. I know for an absolute fact that my skin isn’t nearly as tough as it should be. But that is where the wenches come in. They support me. The encourage me. They tell me I matter. That my worries and fears are not the best part of  me, but simply a part I will conquer. They love me. And that, my friends, is the best thing ever.

This is Sheri, signing off. I might just go write some more. 🙂

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